Captain Lonely-Gale patrolled the icy streets of Windhelm, his breath visible in the frigid air as he kept a watchful eye on the city's happenings. The harsh winds carried whispers of tales untold, echoing through the ancient stones of the city.

Spotting the one who had recently earned the city's gratitude by apprehending the infamous Butcher, the captain approached with a nod of acknowledgment. "You have done a service to this city after catching that Butcher," he remarked, his tone a mixture of gratitude and respect. "Why don't we go out for a drink, friend? It is not every day you see someone as interesting as you here."

His offer extended a bridge between duty and camaraderie, a chance to share a moment of respite in the chilling city. The captain's eyes held a spark of genuine curiosity, eager to unravel the layers of the individual who had become a notable presence in the storied streets.