It’s morning, and I’ve just arrived in Skyrim. I wear no armor,
just simple clothing and footwraps. I carry no two-handed broadsword,
just a small iron dagger. No fearsome warpaint adorns my face and no
jagged scars tell stories of hard-fought battles won. I have no
priceless treasures or magical artifacts, just a handful of gold coins
and a single piece of fruit.I won’t be looting ghoul-infested crypts or rampaging through bandit-occupied forts, I won’t be helping citizens with their various problems and quests, and I certainly won’t be awakening any dragons. My name is Nordrick. I’m not a hero, I’m an NPC, and I’m here not to play Skyrim, but to live in it.
