That was a close call.
Almost lost my free horse but who can outrun an Khajiit? No one including horses, though I hope this also includes dragons.
I wonder if dragons have a hierarchy like we do. If so, then some of those flying creatures might not like me so much once I become Dragonborn. Best to be aware of this possibility and make plans accordingly so chasing horses is a good way to stay in shape.
Sure is dark out here.
Clearly the darkness is an issue for my horse as well since he stumbled over a bandit and broke all their bones.
Naturally I was tossed off my horse when this incident occurred, but I landed on my feet without any injury to my body.
That was when my instincts went haywire – the bandit body on the road was turning dark blue quickly, a ghostly figure moved about in the back and those poisonous plants illuminated as if inviting you over for a taste.
What is this? Another horse! I’m going to buy a stable and setup shop, I must be a natural stable-master since horses flock to me.
In all fairness, I reckon there could be an attraction between the horses for each other and my charm has nothing to do with it. J’arzgo would believe it was his charm but I’m much more enchanting than he is.
I best get focused on my mission, if I’m the Dragonborn then I must save the world! Can you imagine J’arzgo’s reaction when it’s me that saves Tamriel from these beasts? I relish in the thought.
Sure hope Whiterun is nearby, the darkness is slowing down my travel time. Those lanterns sure help. I best sing to warn anyone on the road of my presence. Running over someone with my horse again would be a bad thing.
“Once was a Khajiit,
Who was a clever as a sheep,
In the springtime somewhere Elsweyr.”
That’s my favorite song. Someone ruined it by changing the lyrics about some woman. Bah! That’s like writing songs about bandits and their women.
“Ha! Found you!” A woman’s voice shouted in the darkness.
Since I’m not lost it’s clear she isn’t talking to me. Her ability to see in the darkness is impressive. I certainly can’t find anything and my eyes are the best of the best.
What manner of magic is this?! She’s burning my fur! Now I’m mad! I can’t see the stirrup to put my paw in to dismount.
I’m melting! This is not going well.
“J’ARZGO! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!”
“I’ve been looking for you, got something for your hands only. Let’s see here now… I got a letter of inheritance and some gold. Looks like that’s it. Oh, and sorry for your loss.”
There wasn’t much left of Dar’Raksadarg when his body was found the next morning. The Imperial soldiers just laughed as they passed by, making comments about what a fine rug that cat would have made if it wasn’t so burned.