Luken rode his horse up all the way through the hill that the city of Whiterun rests on. Along the way, he saw death. Bodies on the ground, their skin bearing markings of a recent battle. But, as inhumane as it may seem, he did not care about the masked men whose cold fingers held swords. "They were trained to fight, and they failed", he muttered to himself in order to calm his nerves. What worried him was those inside the walls, the townsfolk.

The single guard who now held both his post and his dead comrade's opened the enormous door that leads into the city, without saying a word. His helm could not hide the sadness and confusion that troubled his mind; Luken simply nodded as if saying "thank you" and walked into the city.

Even right after walking inside the walls, Luken could see the destruction that happened last night. A faceless guard's body rested right besides Belethor's cold corpse. Both of them bore the same claw markings that covered the outside postmen.

Ulfberth War-Bear was working the forge that day. Fearing the worst, Luken walked up to him.

"Hey, I heard what happened. Is Adrianne alright?"

Ulfberth looked at the tall man in front of him him. He sighed, and then nodded with his head.

"Yeah, she's just a little... Upset about what happened last night."

"Can I talk to her?"

"I'm afraid not. She's at the temple of Kynareth. The priestess who walks around that tree on the middle of town is tending to her."

"Did she get wounded?"

"...She lost her arms. Both of them."

Luken was paralyzed. He looked to the ground, as if in mourning, and a minute of silence passed by, slow as the wind that carried it.

"Thank you. And, I'm sorry for what happened."

Ulfberth nodded again, and then went back to his duties. Luken kept walking up to town, his face becoming more and more saddened as he saw the guards piling up bodies. He heard a commotion on the Skyforge; there were people chanting the same things that were said when Kodlak died.

He began to walk up to Jorrvarskr. Heimskr's body was lying awkwardly next to the shrine of Talos. "He had it coming.", Luken muttered to himself again. He continued to walk, and he rose up the steps that led to the Skyforge. After reaching a certain distance from the mourning crowd, he could barely see who the Companions were about to cremate: Earlund Gray-mane.

"You should leave."

Luken turned left to identify whose voice was that, and he saw no one less than Aela. Her face was one of disgust, of anger. No more words exchanged, Luken began to go back the same way he went through, out of Whiterun and into the wilds.

It is night. A man approaches a small stone idol, craved on the earth and surrounded by animal pelts and meat.

"You are a monster.", the man says to the stone sculpture.

"I, am the monster, you say? Do not be foolish, Luken. We both know that the monster here... is you."