What hit me? A bear? A bandit? A blooded vampire, jealous of my lycanthropy? It's not really that inconvenient-I kick the dragon's ass without busting a sweat, but then I see red on the screen. This is supposed to be an inner struggle with my own humanity, dragons! Butt out. I really didn't expect to spend this much time fighting dragons. A wickedly powerful dragon descends from the heavens and starts spitting some kind of frosty fire at me. I barely have a second to consider my luck before things take a turn for the worse. Sure enough, it happens just past the hill that brings you down to the East Empire Company.
As night falls, I decide to leave the city-it’s been a while since I last wolfed out, so I’m well overdue. The locals will turn against me in a heartbeat. Transforming at the bar because I stuck around too long to get sloshed would be a really embarrassing way to get kicked out of another town. In between transformations, I frequent the Bard’s College before going down the Skeever for a pint. I run non-stop to Solitude in search of a fresh start. Under the cover of darkness I slip out of the city undetected, wallowing in the fact that I can never return. I like these people! Desperate to avoid any conflict, I beeline for the sewers in the northeastern corner of the city and hide until I’m human again. I really don't want to murder everyone in Whiterun.