Day Four!

Walking back. My paws hurt, my back hurts, my knees are sore, this pack is heavy.
But I can deal. I was a miner. WAS. Suck it, I'm now an ADVENTURER!

The bridge is over THERE? This river's pretty narrow here, maybe I could swim over. It looks cold, though...

NYAOWWW. That was freezing. I hate skyrim. Stupid nyords. Stupid weather. Stupid cold water. Stupid language that isn't suited to muzzles.

They locked me out. THEY LOCKED ME OUT! I'M COLD AND MY FUR IS WET AND THE DOOR IS LOCKED AND I DON'T HAVE A KEY. Maybe she wasn't so nyice after all.
Shut up. Stupid mutt.
They have a tavern, maybe I can sleep in front of the fire...

SO WARM IN HERE.
Oh gods. Bards. I hate this place already. Maybe if I bug him for information and rumours, he'll shut up. He IS kinda cute, though.
He didn't take kindly to my requesting he shut up. He was taking requests! Nyot my fault!

'You're kinda fuzzy. What's wrong with yer?' STUPID NYORD. Don't you recognise a khajit when you see one? Stupid nyords. Stupid mead. Stupid SKYRIM.

Alchemy table? Nyice. Time to make some potions, according to my notes. I think I'm starting to get the hang of the difference between healing stuff and poisonous stuff. Healing stuff tastes nasty, poisons are tasty and sweet.

Oh thank the gods they rent rooms. Bed looks a little icky, but I have a blanket to cope with that. I can always take a bath in the river.
Even if it's freezing.

Zzzz.

He's still singing. Asshole woke me up after only six hours.

FISH! Nom nom.

Hello, mister trader. Have your trinket back. A discount, you say?
After applying my four-claw discount, it worked out pretty good. Stocked up on lockpicks, and a soul gem to recharge my sword. Sold all the junk I picked up.

Bought some iron, made some daggers for practice. Cost me a couple of hundred septims, but I'm getting the hang nyow.

Off to whiterun, too. To warn their Jarl about dragons. I wonder if he's cute?
But first, bathtime. I'll stop for a picnic on the way.
Cooooooold!
And a mudcrab! Filthy creatures.

Waterfall. Pretty.

Stupid wolves. I have a SWORD.

Hey, a fellow traveller! I shall approach and start a Friendly Conversation!
How rude of him. I got directions to a shrine of Azura, though.

Ohhhh... Nyice view. Is that Whiterun? Picnic time.
Wine, mead, some nice cheese, some elder cheese (Yum!), some more wine, a bit of bread, and some more wine. Totally nyot sure about these 'potatoes', though. Crunchy and stick in my teeth.

Approached by a guard while catching butterflies. Apparently there's a bounty on me? Already? Stupid nyords.
These blue butterflies are tasty, though.

Oooh, a meadery! Picked some up, in exchange for the fancy wine that goes straight to my head. Never liked grapes.

I found a dead giant in a farm. With some huntress woman claiming I was nyo use. No use for WHAT? I didn't even see it!
These Companions sound nice.
Also, the farmers here pay for help harvesting! Very nice. I know how to pick plants and stuff. Grew up on a farm, after all.

I found the stables! Nyever liked horses, though. Too smelly.

Companion people say there's blood on the wind. I can't smell it. But then, I've been eating butterflies. Tasty creatures.

City's CLOSED? Bah. Talked my way in, though! Nyews from Helgen! About DRAGONS!

SO MANY BUILDINGS.

Talked to the smith by the gates. She's pretty, but a little grubby. Improved my armour a bit with her forge, too.
Also, going shopping.

I think the guy in the general store was hitting on me. He's nyot cute. Bah.
Alchemy training!
Oh gods no. A preacher. Shut up, old man, PLEASE.

Ack! Put the sword away lady, I'm just a courier!
Whew. Audience with the jarl~ AND he's hot.
NYOT telling him I was going to be executed.
A token of your esteem? STEEL ARMOUR? Pawsome.
Audience with the court wizard!
Fetch quest!
He wants my rock? Saves me a walk. AND, already having it impressed him. SCORE~

Dragon? DRAGON?!? Oh crap.
Help fight the dragon. Oh crap oh crap I'm gonna die.
I can buy a house if I survive? Nice. AND he gave me a magic shield.
I need a better hat. This imperial officer one is kinda dorky.

Rousing speech! Honour! Duty!
Profit.

Ohh... The sky is so PRETTY up here!

Running to the watchtower to catch and kill a dragon. Why me?

Ugh, what is that SMELL? It's like an old wet rug. Only stronger.

Oh shit. Fire. I didn't know stone burned...

DRAGON!

I... I did it. I killed it. I'm a fucking DRAGONSLAYER.
And it called me 'dohvakiin' before the final blow... Odd.
And then it caught fire and OH GODS IT'S LIKE THE WALL
I'm dragonborn? An ancient legend? Wow.

That's what that word means... It pushes people... This is mindblowing.