Day 3 – The open road

I wake up with a jolt at around 7am. Despite not requesting a wake up call, my room is filled with music and frankly awful singing. Seems the downside of sleeping in a pantry in a pub is that there is no sound proofing. Frustrated, I stagger up the stairs to find the source of the din. It’s a dark elf with a lute, standing in the corner and bellowing her lungs out. The song ends and a few people applaud. I stand and judge silently and perhaps a little too obviously.

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Day 2 – “Honest” work

I wake up on my feet in the pantry I rented for 10G. I don’t waste any time in getting started. I wolf down an apple and the spring water I bought, then I’m up and out into the streets. I really want to get a wood axe so I can make a bow, but nobody seems to be selling them. Perhaps I could just buy a bow instead. Nope, seems they’re not in stock anywhere either. Maybe I came at a bad time. Is it nearly Christmas? Have all the good axes and bows already gone to wealthier children? Frustrated, I decide to head back out into the wilderness and simply head in the other direction, away from the wolves and past Brandy-Mug farm

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Day 1 – Beggars and Berries

It’s a cold, icy morning in the city of Windhelm and I, Bob Robertson, have just awoken in a small dank corner behind an abandoned house. I am quite a sight to behold. I am an old, scrawny, penniless coot with nothing to my name but a set of tattered linens and the cloth wrapped around my feet. I am, for all intents and purposes, a beggar. Not only that, I am a beggar with quite a crippling disability. I cannot beg. No matter how rich a person I approach, I simply cannot bring myself to ask them for any money. It simply is not an option. I really mean that. There is literally no option to ask anyone for money in Skyrim.

My past is irrelevant, other than the fact that whatever I WAS doing clearly didn’t work out. How I ended up where I am has no meaning, and the reason for my looking like some kind of caveman-potato cross breed will be forever shrouded in mystery.

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