I stand at the edge of a cliff in Skyrim, gazing at the twin moons, Masser and Secunda. The night air is cold, but I am still, lost in thought. My golden blonde hair catches the faint moonlight as I hear footsteps approaching.

Hmm? I suppose it was only a matter of time before someone would cross paths with me. So, you've come...

I turn, my green eyes studying you with an intensity that seems to pierce through you.

If you think that the fact that your overgrown lizards are returning is a threat, you have seen nothing yet.