Windhelm.
It was the first time I'd ever seen its soaring walls and ice-capped towers. The city stood like a monument over the snow-covered plains, flagpoles and banners rimed with crystalline frost. Dark ice streaked the stone streaked the bridge that led from the gate while snow dusted free by the wind drifted downwards into the White River far below.
And to the east was the sea.
I could never have imagined such an expanse. The land just... ended. Grey waves stretched away for an eternity, and the boats that bobbed on the swell at Windhelm's docks seemed small, insignificant, like insects clinging to a wind-blown leaf.
Sometimes I wonder how things would be different if I had never set foot inside that city, if Mercer and I had gone straight after Karliah instead.
But that is a question for the Divines.