Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

After being tossed around by Rigel for half the night, I went with Eddie to see the ruins of the former Helgen Inn. The place was right next to the west gate, next to the tower that was damaged by General Ao. It had a good location and was large enough. Our plan for Helgen was to use the northwest fortress and inner city as residences for barons and soldiers, the northeastern part of the town between the east gate and the north gate to house permanent residents, and the southern part of the town between the east gate and the west gate to be turned into a market area. Helgen's future positioning will be a complex of fortress and commercial town. Its geographical location determines its upper limit of development, and it is unlikely to expand into a metropolis.

After dealing with all sorts of things, I came to Falkreath. Danger and his men had set up permanent personnel at the Falkreath Watchtower and arranged hunters to search for clues about Skuna, but there was no progress. Such a brutal killer might be hiding outside the city, causing panic among the people. Even though it was not yet curfew, there were no pedestrians on the street. Sidger's mental condition did not improve much. Runil tried some healing spells and exorcism rituals, but with little effect. The old fox gave me three letters. In addition to the letters to Balgruuf and Dad, he asked me to go to the Hall of the Vigilants to find Cassidy.

"Go north from Whiterun, turn left after passing Dunstad Fortress, and the Hall of the Vigilant is halfway up the mountain. Give this letter to Vigilant Cassidy and tell her about the werewolves. She will be interested. By the way, the road south of Morningstar City is not very safe. I'll let Rhea follow you so that you can take care of me on the way."

Danger waved towards the door, and a sturdy Red Guard woman wearing steel armor and holding two swords on her waist walked over.

"I have been appointed as the Baron's bodyguard and will escort him back with you."

"Please ask Lord Danger to send another reliable person to go with us. After Lord Balgruuf gives us the answer, he will bring it back so that you can respond as soon as possible."

"That's fine, let Rhodes go with you."

At the end of the day, I went to the lumberyard and several shops to order some goods for Helgen, and then checked into the Dead Man's Wine Inn before curfew. The proprietress Varga already knew my identity, and while she warmly entertained me, she no longer tried to bring me and Nari together.

In the early morning, the three of us set out. My plan was to visit my relatives in Loristed first. As the saying goes, "If you don't return home when you are rich, it's like walking in the night in brocade clothes." Besides, Locke has been away from home for more than half a year, so he should go back and report his safety. But his family would not know that I was just a fake who had come back to life. Locke only had two relatives, his mother and his uncle. The old man was old, so it was better for him not to know the truth. The three of us were all light and healthy. We drove at full speed along the official road, and two days later we saw the big mill in Loristed.

As I approached the village, I slowed down my pace. After crossing over, I was first confined by Rigel, and then I fought against vampires and werewolves. I never had time to search for the hometown in Locke's memory. Although I inherited his memory, it was not completely integrated. Whenever I encountered something, I always had to look for entries in the dictionary. Rod and Riya thought I was homesick, so they urged me to speed up and reunite with my family.

The scenery of Whiterun and Falkreath is very different. There are vast expanses of fields, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance are clearly visible on a clear winter day. In the farmland outside the village, most of the crops have been harvested, and the wheat is piled together in bundles, revealing the dark brown soil. Several rows of thriving green onions dot the fields, and several farmers are cultivating the onions. I was trying to identify where my house was when I suddenly heard a clear girl's voice.

"Brother Locke! You are Brother Locke, right? What are you daydreaming about?"

A girl in red ran towards us. She looked ordinary, but she was in her prime, full of youth. She ran up to me, looked up at me with a big smile on her face, "You are Brother Locke! Why don't you go into the village after you come back? Aunt Donna missed you so much!"

"Uh...you are..."

The girl pouted unhappily, "Can't you tell the difference between me and my sister? I'm Hisel!"

How embarrassing! I searched for Xisel in my memory. Yes, she was the daughter of farmer Lemgil. She also had a twin sister. All the kids in the game looked the same. These two girls didn't have any special tasks. They were just extras and passers-by. I didn't even pay attention to their names. These two little girls were pitiful. Their mother died of dystocia when giving birth to them, which made their father dislike them all the time. I scratched my head and let Xisel lead the way into the village. The little girl didn't take two steps before she shouted to the side of the road, "Brother Eric! Come quickly! Look who's back!"

Eric came over and gave me a bear hug, "You're such a great guy. You've been gone for more than half a year and didn't even send a message. Do you know how worried Aunt Donna was? You've become a lot stronger now. How are you doing recently? What business are you doing?" Seeing how familiar Eric and I were, Hiselle pouted even higher.

I followed the two of them to a thatched house. This was Rocker's home. Donna was weaving a straw mat or something outside the door. She looked up and saw me, and was stunned for a moment. I hurried forward and said, "Mom, I'm back. I made you worry." Donna stroked my cheek with trembling hands, and it took a long time for her to speak, "I'm glad you're back. I'm glad you're okay. I'm glad you're okay." As she spoke, she burst into tears. She held my hand and looked left and right. After a while, she realized that a group of people were still standing at the door. She quickly greeted everyone, "Come in. The place is small, don't be disgusted."

The small hut was divided into an inner and outer room, which made it even more cramped. Six people came in and there was no place to sit. Donna pulled me to the inner room. A wooden bed took up most of the room. Locke's uncle Sunil was lying there, staring at the roof. Hearing someone coming in, he turned his head with difficulty, his eyes suddenly widened, and one hand stretched straight out to me. Sunil was less than fifty years old, but he was weathered, his hair was almost completely white, and his face was full of wrinkles. He looked like an octogenarian. I sat down on the bed, took his hand, and told the two old people about my experience in the past six months. Of course, I tampered with the version. I just said that I was doing some small business. By chance, a customer introduced me to the city of Falkreath, and I got to know the lord in a roundabout way.

"I am working for the Lord of Falkreath now. This time I was ordered to pick someone up and come back home to report my safety."

Both of us were in tears. Sunil patted my hands slowly and said softly, "Okay, okay, okay." After saying the three okay words, he tilted his head and closed his eyes.