Day 2 – Tirdas, 18th of Last Seed
I have arrived within the walls of Whiterun. It’s a pleasant town with wooden buildings. It’s all very Edoras-y.
My first stop is the blacksmith’s just inside the gates. It’s run by the attractive Adrianne Avenicci (I believe she’s what they call a Redguard) who unfortunately like all of the other denizens of Skyrim is massively dirty. She’s a blacksmith though, so I guess she has a valid excuse.
Still, I don’t want soot on me, so I keep the flirting to a minimum. I introduce myself, to which she replies:
Um, ok. Most people would just say “hello” back, but I guess that’s just how they make conversation in this land. I hurriedly move the already strange conversation in a different direction by asking what she has in stock. I decide to hold my usual joke about examining her wares – she seems like the type who might react weirdly…
WRONG! My needs are a warm coat, so I’m off to shop somewhere else if you don’t have any. She tells me to check inside the store, but I’m fed up of people trying to sell me weapons and armour instead of what I want so I head for another shop called “The Drunken Huntsman”. Well, I’m not drunk (yet) but I am a huntsman (sort of) so the name suggests about half of what’s inside I should be interested in. I hurry inside quickly. Sadly I’m quickly disappointed by the lack of proper hunting supplies; they have bows and knives, but they also seem to think hunters should be dressed in full plate. I disagree. Their bows are all much better than the longbow I have now, so after I make a few coin and have a proper outfit I’ll probably swing back.
On my way to the door I see a woman with grey-blue skin and fetching yellow face paint. I guess the fair’s in town. Knowing that I probably shouldn’t I approach her with trepidation to find out what her deal is:
Yeah, that’s just a bit too creepy for me. None of those things are what I’m looking for at all. I hurriedly leave through the nearest door.
I wander from store to store, eventually visiting every establishment in Whiterun, with no luck finding anything resembling warm clothes. With a heavy heart and weary resignation I decide that these Nords just don’t do warm clothes. Giving up my epic quest for a coat I head for the inn I saw earlier. I rent a room for 10 gold, which given the size of it I think is pretty good value, until I realise there’s a balcony overlooking the rest of the hall. This wouldn’t be a problem, only there’s no door, and there’s an annoying man banging away on a drum only a few feet away. Realising I’m not going to be able to sleep any time soon I head back downstairs to eat, drink, and be merry.
I eat some bread, some Eidar Cheese (appears to be a lot like Stilton – yum!), and a honey nut treat for dessert, all washed down with 2 Honningbrew and 1 Nord Mead. I’m now warm, full, and a little bit drunk, so I head over to talk to a girl in the corner who caught my eye earlier.
Her name is Ysolda, she’s an aspiring merchant, and she’s lovely. I ask her about her life and interests which appear to revolve entirely around trading and Khajiits. I don’t know whether it’s her, the mead, or the fact she’s the first person I’ve talked to isn’t covered in muck (she must be a queen!), but I end up agreeing to a bizarre request she makes:
She wants me to get her a mammoth tusk.
I head to bed, wondering what a girl like her needs a mammoth tusk for, my head spinning with a stupor from the mead and pleasant company. I’m asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, despite the fact the bard downstairs is now strumming some silly ditty about a guy named Ragnar. The day certainly started badly but it ended rather well.
Day 3 – Middas, 19th of Last Seed
I awake the next day, thankfully without a hangover, but regretting my boast that I could get hold of a mammoth tusk. I have absolutely no clue where to start, and there’s no way I can kill one of those, especially on my own. I’ll just have to hope I can buy one somewhere. I’m also a little concerned that after only a couple of days I’m no longer fazed by the fact that there are actual mammoths running around. I suppose after seeing a dragon pretty much anything is going to seem normal. I’ve no idea how soon Ysolda is expecting me to get her this tusk, but I decide I’m going to avoid her until I have it (so perhaps indefinitely).
I leave the Inn and head to the forge – I’m going to see if I can make myself something warmer than what I have on. After tanning the furs I have collected from my kills I start making armour in the forge. The results are not good:
For some reason, despite knowing precisely what I wanted to make from the start, I made three sets of armour with less cover than the set I already have. Useless. Especially the first one with it’s “aim here” hole in the midriff. The last set isn’t bad, but my current armour is more covering and I look like less of a dork in it. I put my old armour back on, sell the stuff I made to Adrianne, and head straight to The Drunken Huntsman.
During this time my smithing ability increased, pushing me into level 3. I select health for another 10 point increase, and choose a perk that gives me 20% extra damage on bow attacks. Should come in useful when hunting.
In the Huntsman I sell my old longbow and buy the best one he has, a recurved Imperial bow (+4 damage). Unfortunately this leaves me with only 1 gold coin left, so I’m going to need to head back to Riverwood to stay at Gerdur’s until I have enough money for a room at an inn again. I can’t return to her without having fulfilled her request though, so my next stop will be the Jarl’s mansion at the top of Whiterun’s miniature mountain. Before I go I make use of the cooking pot over the fire, and make as many dishes as I can before I have run out of salt. I make an apple cabbage stew (yum?), and roast a pheasant, 2 rabbit legs, and a haunch of venison. That should stop them going stinky in my pack. Hopefully I’m not storing them in the same place as the leftover raw meats…
I eat the stew for breakfast on my way to the familiar looking Jarl’s place which turns out to be called Dragonsreach. The plan is to quickly nip in, tell him about the dragon, and then head back to Riverwood for a kip in Gerdur’s spare bed. I suddenly realise that the building I’m about to enter is rather reminiscent of Theoden’s Golden Hall in the Two Towers. I also realise that nobody here has seen it, so I can shamelessly rip off Aragorn’s totally badass entrance and impress everyone inside. I may not be a hero, but I can at least look like one (right up until I run away).
I take a deep breath, push the doors open with each hand, and enter as dramatically as possible…
…unfortunately everybody is down at the far end of the hall where nobody can see me.