The lizard trekked through the icy biome of Skyrim. She had not eaten in days. She had not payed off her debt to a group of bandits, and was now on the run. She thought she saw a figure behind her, and ran. The lizard knew the bandits have finally tracked her down. This is it. This is where she dies. A swift stab in the back with a dagger proved that, as she lie in the snow, left for dead.