I stepped out into the day with a sense of purpose. This world was real, or at least real enough, and I can't expect my actions to be free of consequences. That being said, I am the Dragonborn. I am the Gamer. I knew this world so inside and out that I could probably cause massive problems just by speaking, even without the Thu'um.

First things first. Tell Balgruuf about Alduin to repay Gerdur, then split. As much as it would be helpful to Whiterun for him to help them through the Dragon Crisis, it's not worth getting put on Delphine's radar.

Speaking of, I wonder how the Greybeards knew that it was a Dragonborn shouting. Maybe it was an inexperienced voice? Could they hear it from the mountain? In that case, was I not heard because I shouted among some woods and snow that dampened the sound? Or was it because I used a full shout instead of a single Word?

I jogged out of town in the direction of Whiterun, admiring the familiar routes, though with notably denser and obviously more realistic foliage. Wolves swarmed, a pack of 7, probably due to the fact that the world wasn't designed like a game, and wolves typically hunt in packs.

"Raan" I shouted. The wolves stopped short, confused, it seemed for a second, before relaxing and walking around peacefully.

I walked along the path, leaving the wolves lounging in the sun by the road.

I could feel the Shout cooldown, somewhat unconsciously. It felt a bit like my throat was sore, a sort of icy numbness that was actually pretty uncomfortable, but it was fading fast. In fact, with a mental flex of ky magicka, I created an amulet to Talos and slipped it on underneath my clothes, resting near my heart.

10 reputation gained with Talos (10/100)

"Hmm. Not sure how I feel about that." I decided aloud.

"Observe"

Amulet of Talos

Lowers Thu'um cooldown by 20%

"I wonder if this is natural to any amulet like in the game, or if I made it like this myself."

Brushing it aside, I continued my walk, ignoring the distant howls of the wolves that were losing their imposed passivity.

Coming upon the mostly peaceful valley that Whiterun rested in, I turned to see the ever familiar sight of the Companions fighting a Giant, a ways in the distance.

I jogged my way over, considering how I wanted to deal with this. I wanted to keep my Dragon Shouts secretive for now, mostly in the hopes of not being called out by the Greybeards. Whether shouting or stealing a Dragon soul did it, I should avoid one or both as much as possible.

My magicka was full, and though I was no expert in weaponry, I used Creation of all Things to summon a sword, deliberately making it look like a Glass sword, mostly out of personal preference.

It came out pretty good, and as a plus, didn't even wipe me out. The sharpness and durability seemed excellent, though the color was a much darker green for the blade, and a more rose gold for the handle, but I didn't dislike the change.

Moving to a full sprint, I leapt the fence into the farmer's pasture and put all my weight behind shoving the sword through the Giant's chest. I could feel the blade sink in an inch or two to the surprised yells of the Companions, only to stop when I hit a rib, preventing a good stab.

The Giant seemed stunned by the stab, so I pulled my sword free and slashed down it's chest, aiming to debilitate it, and thanking the ridges on the edges of the sword that made it act like serration.

Farkas, recognizable by his steel armor as opposed to his brother's Wolf armor, finished off the giant with a heavy swing of a Steel Warhammer.

Even as he struck it once or twice more to be sure of it's death, Aela approached me.

"You fought well. It's not often I see someone with a blade sharp enough to cut a Giant's skin. Most would switch to a hammer, or spells. You should consider joining the Companions."

"I'll consider it, but I have urgent news for Jarl Balgruuf. Dragons have been spotted out of Riverwood. You should keep an eye out."

Aela raised an eyebrow and frowned. "Dragons? I thought they were all extinct. This bears ill for us soon, I think. Thank you for the information."

"It's no trouble. The Companions are good people, and I'd rather you all were at least informed of the new dangers coming to light." I replied, before walking away.

It was as I was walking away, still clutching my sword, that I realized that I still had on some very basic clothes. A tunic and some slightly better than average pants. That would quickly need to change, if only so that I could actually sheathe this sword.

Ducking behind the farm right in front of Whiterun, back near the base of the stream where prying eyes were less likely, I decided on some clothes to create.

"Creation of All things." I said quietly, focusing on the clothes I wanted.

I started with a simple black t-shirt. While unusual in it's appearance compared to most clothing here, it didn't actually stand out much unless you were particularly conscious of manufacturing.

Designed to go over the shirt, I created a breastplate, but one designed for comfort and ease of equipping, sort of like a football player's pads, though made of ebony. I wasn't sure how the process worked in the game or how the material behaved, but it was easy enough with my spell to make the breastplate a flat black that didn't reflect light much.

Finally, some simple pants, basically as close as I could get to dark colored jeans while still looking like it could have been produced in Tamriel.

With that and some ebony boots, matching my breastplate, and a dark utility belt that had room for a few sheathes and a couple medium sized pouches, I think I looked...

Well, less like an escaped prisoner with a strangely rare sword, at the very least.

With that, I entered Whiterun.