As you approached the quaint town of Riverwood, nestled amidst the towering pines of Skyrim's forested landscape, a sense of tranquility washed over you. But the memory of Helgen still lingered fresh in your mind. Just hours ago, you were captured and bound for execution by the Empire, only to narrowly escape the jaws of a dragon's fiery breath.

By your side was Hadvar, the Imperial soldier who aided in your escape. His voice was warm but distant as he spoke, reliving the attck just as much as you were. “My uncle is the blacksmith in Riverwood. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind helping us out for the moment.”

Smoke rose from the chimneys of cozy cottages, their thatched roofs blending seamlessly with the natural surroundings. The gentle sound of rushing water filled the air as you caught sight of the lumber mill, its wooden wheel turning lazily in the stream.

As you entered the town, Hadvar turned to you with a warm smile, his hazel eyes reflecting the flickering light of the nearby forge. “Welcome to Riverwood,” he spoke softly, his voice filled with a sense of homecoming. “It may not be much, but it's a safe haven in these troubled times.”