I start rushing over to the man (who I presume is a hunter due to his fur clothing and bow) when he pulls out his bow and fires an arrow straight into my chest.
As he walks over to me a grip my ax which fell beside me and swing right into his head, which makes him stumble backward a bit before landing in the snow, the blood staining it red.
I rush over to his body and pick up his quiver, bow, and pouch of gold septims. Bandits should learn by now that people aren't going out without a fight.
Looking around I see a smoke cloud in the distance... fire, and where there's fire there's civilization.
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The Dwemer Dairies- Jounal #1 (The Crimson Nirnroot)
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