You were walking in the northern markets. Trying to not cause any trouble with other viking.

That failed. You managed to get into a fight with someone and they stabbed your arm with a dagger as your dragon fled. You fled off yourself.

You ran into an alleyway. Which was empty with darkness, until you heard a noise.

“Hello?” A deep voice says, and a Figured appears. It’s Krogan. After the whole battle, he was hiding.