I slowly opened my eyes looking around my bedroom, I didn't feel like getting up but I had to: I had to find a witch near the Throat of the World. Why does the Dragonborn have to do all these things? Is everyone in Skyrim lazy? I sighed then managed to drag myself to a chest to fetch my armor, bow and sword. I cringed as I opened the door and the sun shone in my eyes, I walked out into the streets of Whiterun while people walked past carelessly. But for some reason.. The guards were giving me a worried look, I thought not much of it and walked to the gates but I was stopped on my way out by a guard, "When you find that witch.. Be careful what she gives you.." He warned me then let me leave "Okay..." I stared at the guard then slowly went to the stables 'Whats with this witch? Not like shes gonna kill me.. Well.. Most things do.' I thought, staring at the ground but I bumped into my horse's chest it neighed at me "Sorry girl, just.. Thinking." I sighed, even she gave me a worried look! Its a HORSE. Something wasn't right. I slowly got on my horse and rode to High Hrothgar, "What is it, Dragonborn?" Arngeir asked, "I have to find a witch of some sort near the Throat of the World." I answered, dismounting my horse "I.. I'm not sure about doing that.." He stuttered "Why not? I can shout can't I?" I whined, while frowning "She has things that can change your form.." Arngeir added "Ah, I can change back." I scoffed walking to the top of the mountain "But!-" "I. Can. Handle. It." I growled while walking up the mountain.
