Whiterun is a city rich with culture and heritage, you hear tales of slain dragons and brave warriors. It’s a city where people stop to rest and eat dried meats and drink frothy beer, the townsfolk here know how to use weapons and bows and hunt for themselves. They are strong and relentless and live off the land. Your parents lived in Whiterun, your mother gave birth to you here and they hoped to raise you in the city walls. Away from the dangerous creatures of Skyrim. Although, two days after your birth, in the middle of the night. A cloaked man confronted your parents, telling them that you are not of ordinary blood. That you are the Dragonborn and that one day you must listen for the voices of the Greybeards. Your parents fled the city that night, heeding his warning. And moved into an abandoned house in the Tundra, aware of the prophecies of the Dragonborn they didn’t want to risk anyone coming after you, and swore secrecy so that you may grow older and prosper in peace. Until the day comes when you must answer the calling of the Greybeards and journey alone to High Hrothgar.