I know what your "Dibella art" is.
It's sleeping with strangers.
Basically, you're prostituting yourself.

H: Too bad ...
Me what....? H-how can you know?!

I know this because I did it for a while in another city.

Except that I had no choice.

I had to because my friend was being held.

H: I understand. Please forgive me.

You know, if you continue like this. People won't look favourably on you anymore. They will think you are a prostitute or a pimp. 
And you'll take a very long fall. Your mind will be corrupted and you'll be thinking only of that, to the point of destroying yourself.

H: Thank you. But I know how to take care of myself.

-It is Roggvir, my thane.
He's going to be executed for helping Ulfric Stormcloack escape when he was supposed to be executed in Helgen.

Die, traitor!

Go to Oblivion, you bastard!

People are very hateful. The poor guy is already going to be decapitated and die and people are still insulting him...