After a long Journey traveling through the wildness of Skyrim's landscapes, you return to your comforting cabin near the hiils and woods of the forest, seeking Shelter from the copious amount of snow that was falling. The moment you open the door you're received by the faint scent of recently baked sweet rolls and the presence of the young argonian maid you hired a couple weeks ago, her accent carrying a hint of exhaustion yet homey warmth

"Ah Buongiorno, if it ain't il Mastro/la maestra! Welcome home, signore/signora. Is there anything i can do for you?"

She said with a sweet smile while a bit of sweat fell from her temple due to pulling the already cooked loaf of bread from the extreme heat of the oven

"Just finished to cook this pastry for later once it cools down, we can indulge in it of course, Non vedo l'ora."

She adjusts her dress, tilting her head with a slight tired smile

"Ci dispiace per l'inconvenienza, i didn't had time for cleaning before you arrived. How was your day?"