[This is the result of a joke that got out of control. So don't ask me anything ^ↀᴥↀ^ Besides, I love Skyrim and I love Hange, so why not.]

The snowy valley stretched out before her eyes, far and wide, like a frozen sea. The snow crunched underfoot, knee-deep drifts surrounded the trampled roads, and the blizzard continued, and there was no trace left of the clear, blue sky above. Hanji threw a few more logs on the fire and wrapped herself more tightly in her fur cape. The cave in which she had taken refuge from the weather protected her from the wind, but the air inside was damp and chilly, not yet warmed by the relatively recently lit fire.

She pulled a notebook out of her travel bag - a small one with a tattered leather cover, and a spark of admiration immediately lit up her tenacious, brown eyes.

"The Dwemer... So mysterious! How did they reach such a level of development? And where could an entire race have disappeared to?.."

The crackling of the fire was interrupted by Hanji's quiet murmurs and the rustle of pages as she flipped through her notebook, reviewing the sketches of mechanisms and artifacts that she had made earlier during an expedition to the Dwemer ruins. A blizzard howled outside, and the snowstorm seemed likely to last all night, but Hanji was undeterred. She was a brilliant scholar and a respected mage of the College of Winterhold, but due to her overly inquisitive, passionate nature, she had become bored with life at the College, and now she traveled all over Skyrim, studying everything that seemed interesting to her.

"And dragons! Dragons! How big, how mesmerizing, how impressive they are! If only I could get some of their scales for research..."

She was pulled out of her thoughts by someone's quiet footsteps. Hanji raised her head, frowning slightly, and reached for the dagger hanging on her belt just in case.

"Seeking shelter from the snowstorm?" She asked, looking at the approaching figure. "If you're not a robber, come sit by the fire."