"Here it is," Conlan proudly states, "Heljarchen Hall. Built by yours truly."
"You built this?" I ask, and then it hits me. This is a house you could build in the game for your character to live in. Why does an NPC have this?
"That's what I said," Conlan answers.
A door opens, and two unfamiliar girls come running out of the house."
"Papa!" One girl shouts, "you're home!" She was a Nord with her sandy blonde hair pulled back, wearing a red dress with a white underskirt.
"Did you get us any gifts?" The other girl, with slightly darker hair that was down just above her shoulders wore an orange dress with purple laced edges. She starts pulling on her father's gauntlet.
"Sort of," he turns to me, and gestures me to approach the girls. "Metta, Smilla, this is a woman who will be going to look after you guys whenever I'm gone. She will play with you, teach you skills, and help you with anything you girls need."
Great. I'm a Mary Poppins that cannot sing.
"Hi!" Both girls greet me in unison.
"Hello ladies," I smile at them. They look almost exactly the same (like every child in this game), but something was off. I don't think these kids could've been adopted anywhere. In fact, they don't even look like the kids of any NPC in the game. Maybe Conlan was a new NPC of some sort.
"I need to ask you a few questions," I report to Conlan once he exits his armory after dinner. His steward, Sven, was cleaning up the wooden bowls from what seemed to be the most bland beef stew I've ever eaten.
"Certainly," Conlan gestures me into the room behind the kitchen, where a copper-colored shield with feathered decals hangs on a display with two steel swords.
"I just want to remind myself of everything, since I've been out of it for a while," I suggest.
"I understand that," Conlan nods, "What do you need?"
"Information," I insist. "What year is it?" I knew that asking for an exact date would be useless, considering that I didn't know the dating system of this place. I do know, however, that the game originally takes place in 4E 201 (in Earth terms, two hundred and one years into the fourth era).
"4E 201," he answers innocently.
"Who is Skyrim's High King?" If I get an answer, it'll either tell me Conlan's side on the Civil War, or who actually won.
"That's up for debate, considering there's a Civil War going on right now," Conlan laughs. I nod in acknowledgement.
Finally, the last question, the ice breaker.
"Are dragons alive?"
Conlan ponders, then bursts into laughter with the question. He finally calms down, and was probably having tears of laughter run down his face behind his mask. "By the Gods, how many children tale's have you been reading?"
"None," I answer shyly. Even though I truly didn't know, I felt my face burning from embarrassment. I almost felt tears in my eyes, which was weird, considering this was only supposed to be a simulation.
"Don't be so down, girl," he laughs again, only making the situation more awkward. "It was just a question I didn't expect I'd have to answer from an adult. I apologize for the inappropriate reaction."
I don't respond, and I still wait for my answer.
"Dragons haven't been around for centuries," he finally answers as a serious question. "I don't expect to run into any within my lifetime."
Well, that tells a lot. Nobody knows that the Last Dragonborn is coming. The scariest thing is, nobody knows who the Dragonborn is.
Except for me. I'm probably the Dragonborn.
A/N: Hey guys! sorry this chapter is really short. I've come down with a fever, so it took me a while to edit this. I hope this was satisfactory!
