This the story of a Wood Elf, he woke up in a cart, his memories fuzzy and faded, little knowledge of who he was and what he was doing. He wanders the frozen wastes of Skyrim doing as he feels. Without a clue as to who he was, he discovers who he is. Finding himself at Riften, he joined the thieves guild. He also got Mjoll the Lioness to accompany him on his journeys after finding Grimsever for her. All seemingly through chance.
I found myself in Ivarstead one morning on my way to Whiterun. The walk was largely dull except for me trying to play hunter. Trying to shoot an arrow into a moving deer is more difficult than I imagined. Needless to say, little was achieved more than losing a few arrows.
Walking past the alchemists hut, I snuck in to see if the herbs and grown, ready for another pruning 😉 but it was not. It re-ignited my curiosity about the previous owner of the hut but I got distracted by a deer. After losing another few arrows, I decided to focus on picking some mountain flowers and other alchemical ingredients.