When Han-lu Urshar fails at the biggest opportunity of his life, he is sent to his ancestral home of Vvardenfell, unaware of the role he is to play in Morrowinds history.
This is just a fan fiction from the game Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim. It's a story on what if the events of Elder Scrolls hadn't happened the way it happened. What if the man in the cart wasn't the dragonborn but was someone else. Someone related to someone you know.