Adventurers

"Should we go for it?"

"I don't know, Torvan. It could be dangerous"

"Of course it's dangerous. When you signed up to be an adventurer, danger was in the contract."

This is where our story begins. Torvan and Isgrad waiting on the outskirts of Lost Knife Cave. They both knew what was in store for them, if they were to enter that cave. Mostly bandits but the promise of treasure and gold. Things that Khajiit merchants would buy at a high price.

"Why don't you go in first Torvan?" Isgrad said with a blank expression on his face. Isgrad was an Imperial. Born and raised in Kvatch. He came to Skyrim looking for work, gold and a hefty tankard of Nord mead at the end of the day. He was average height, black hair and a chin that could jab your eye out.

"Because you're the best marksman I know! You could easily take out those bandits" Torvan said. Torvan was a tall Nordic man with flowing blonde hair. He grew up in Markarth, worked at the smiths. Till one day, up at The Silver-Blood Inn, he heard tales of riches and adventurer that lay outside the walls of Markarth. Torvan quit his job at the silver smiths and set out into the hills of the reach.

He passed Forsworn camps, evading them at all cost. After 3 days travel time, Torvan found himself in The Bannered Mare inn up at Whiterun.