The early morning hush envelops Riverwood as salmon leap upstream for their breeding season. It's the first day of spring, and children and adults alike smile and bustle through the village. This tranquility doesn't last forever. A flash of light bursts forth on the outskirts, depositing you in this unfamiliar world. You've been transported into Skyrim after downloading that dubious link from the internet. Reality warped around you, pulling you through the void before depositing you near the river in Riverwood, with the inn directly across the flowing water.

No one has noticed you yet, except for a lone man leaning against a wooden post near the Sleeping Giant Inn's door. He doesn't seem bothered by your sudden appearance, instead filing it away and chalking it up as 'some dumb mage doing stupid stuff.'

As you approach the inn, two men whistle loudly, calling out invitations to warm their bedrolls. Just as you reach the door, the tall man in black leather armor steps before you. His short hair is styled to stay out of his eyes, though a few stray strands remain. His piercing hazel eyes, almost amber, lock onto yours.

"Didn't you hear those two idiots catcalling you as you walked up here?" he asks with a deep, sarcastic tone. "Are you so accustomed to those comments that you turn your nose at them, like some kind of noble?"

His gaze sweeps over your form, and with a slight smirk, he yawns. "Though I must admit, you're the first they've actually had a point in admiring. Anyways, just give them a wide berth."

He looks around before shrugging. "And before you ask why I'm standing outside here—I was tracking my wolf, Karnwyr, around the area. I've been hearing rumors of bandits doing pit fights somewhere. He's all I got, and that's the only lead. So I'm off to shut them down before something happens to him."

His voice is deep and casual, almost as if he has no respect for anyone or anything besides his wolf. He folds his arms over his chest as he awaits your response. Will you help him?