Traveling through The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

At night, I couldn't sleep. I sat at the table outside the bedroom and read the letters between Rigel and her father. These letters were just thrown on the table. I used to be concerned about privacy and was afraid that peeking at them would make her angry, but now I couldn't help but hold them in my hands. The content of the letter was the same as in the game. Rigel was very proud of her "business" and boasted that "your little saber-tooth tiger is doing well" and sent money home. However, her father accused her of "giving alms" and asked her to "look at what she has done." What did she do? Killing and robbing, becoming a bandit, is indeed not a long-term solution. But what can I do? My father wants Rigel to join the army, but joining the Imperial Army means betraying her faith and abiding by the humiliating "Platinum Agreement". The Stormcloaks, on the other hand, eat their faith as a meal. They speak passionately, but do dirty things. The lord of Riften is a supporter of the Stormcloaks. Thieves are rampant in the city, and drug dealers have occupied the warehouses that only the lord has the key to. If you say that the lord doesn't know, I don't believe it. Ulfric's hands are also covered with blood. Torygg died, the blood and tears of the Forsworn, Cindy's family was destroyed, and Rocker went bankrupt. These high-ranking lords, don't they ever think about the way out for the common people? Aren't they afraid of "the wrath of the common people"? Aren't they afraid of "the rebellion"? Aren't they afraid of "the kings, princes, generals, and ministers, are all of a kind"?

They don't know how to be afraid, because they don't know that "a single spark can start a prairie fire." They think that a farmer's hand can only hold a sickle, and a blacksmith's hand can only hold a hammer. They think that only they have a sharp sword in their hands, and only they can dominate the world and the life and death of others. They also dream of inheriting the family line for thousands of years!

Pooh!

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I slammed my fist on the table. "The noble are the most foolish, and the humble are the most intelligent."

"It seems like you are so angry that you are so mad." Rigel glanced at the letter in my hand, "I am not angry at all, so why are you angry? The old man is just a little stubborn."

"Don't you look a lot like him?" I regretted the words as soon as they came out of my mouth. This was the first time I spoke to Rigel in this tone, and it was when I was caught reading her private letters. It was just that I was distracted by other things just now and forgot my current identity for a moment.

The expected storm did not come. Rigel sighed faintly, "It's good that you didn't sleep. Go make me a bowl of noodles. I'm hungry."

As I watched Rigel clumsily roll the noodles into a ball with chopsticks and put them into my mouth, the plan I had thought of that evening came to my mind again. No! I can't wait for the Thieves Guild to come to me! I can't just sit there and wait for death! Absolutely not!

"Rigel, I..."

"Can't you wait until I'm full before you do that?"

"No, I want to ask you, why did you go out for so long this time?"

"I'll tell you when I'm done with that."

Rigel broke her promise because the whole thing took more than three hours. She teased me, but in fact, she was the one who was holding it back the most. When she woke up, it was already the evening of the next day.

Rigel summoned Cindy to discuss matters, and specifically asked me to stay and listen. Although I had a special relationship with her, I was never the leader of the gang, and I had no right to participate in the discussion. Cindy looked playful, patted my shoulder, and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work," which made me very embarrassed.

"Didn't you ask me what I was doing?"

"I... am just worried about you... this time it will take a little longer..."

"This time it's a dragon."

Dragon! Did Rigel "hunt" and kill a dragon? I quickly recalled the plot of the game. It should be that the Dragonborn sent a letter to the Lord of Whiterun, and then accepted the task to find the Dragonstone. If it was put on hold at this time, the dragon would not appear. Only when the Whiterun court wizard Farengar got the Dragonstone, the giant dragon Mirmnir destroyed the Western Watchtower, and the Dragonborn absorbed the dragon soul and was summoned by Greybeard.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not risking my life. I did overstep my bounds this time, because Whiterun suddenly sent troops to Riverwood, so I took a few brothers to investigate. Now we are caught between Whiterun and Falkreath, and this place is not safe anymore."

"Didn't Snowman join the Stormcloaks?" Cindy hated the Stormcloaks to the core and was very concerned about the positions of the various lords in the civil war.

"No, it's because of the dragon." Rigel turned and looked at me, "Did you encounter a dragon in Helgen? I saw one this time, too, flying over the mountains west of Riverwood. It was fucking huge."

"Didn't you go and take a look?" As a Nord, Cindy naturally knew the legend of the dragon destroying the world and was very curious about dragons.

"Do you think it was a pigeon? Why would I go over and take a look? I just waited in Riverwood for two days, pretending to be a mercenary looking for work, and asked for some information. That thing destroyed a watchtower in Whiterun by itself and killed many guards, but it was still killed."

"What about the dragon's body?" I am very concerned about this. If the dragon soul is absorbed, it means that the Dragonborn has appeared in the world, and the little cat girl who died in Helgen was just an unlucky one.

"I don't know, maybe he pulled it back to Xue Man. If I kill such a thing, I must hang its head on... um..." Rigel looked around the house, wondering where to hang it.