A/N: Thank you for the reviews! They really help. I wanted to let everybody reading know that I will be changing or flushing out a few things about the world in general as we go. Some of the laws are going to be a lot stricter than in canon, which is going to come up a couple times.

Regarding Torrhen's role, I do not intend for him to be a mentor only character. He is going to have an impact on the story beyond just that of a mentor but there are going to be times where he takes a back burner to allow other characters to grow. He's 132 and beyond OP so him being there all the time would mean nobody has a chance to grow. Bell will be taking on a prominent role. The reason being? It's Danmachi. Bell is kind of important.

There are several canon events that are going to happen, because they are important to the progress of the story. Events like the minotaur incidents, meeting Ais, Welf, and Lili, the 18th floor, and the war game are important to the story. That being said, I am going to be seriously fucking with how some of those events happen and the timeline for a bit. Going by the anime, the events of first 2 seasons are going to get a bit mixed up. Things are also going to take a little longer in-world than they do in canon because I think the author trying to pack everything into a single year is silly.

Hearthfire

Chapter 3

Torrhen

Torrhen stared intensely at the city that was slowly growing in the distance as the carriage rattled forward. He glanced to his side to see Bell practically bouncing in his seat, his eyes beaming as he stared out at the city. The two had hitched a ride with a merchant caravan when passing through a village about a week ago. Before that, they'd spent nearly a month and a half walking down a mostly deserted road.

Torrhen eyed Bell and had to smile. He'd grown rather fond of the kid over the last month and a half. After that first night, whenever they had stopped for the evenings, he and Bell would spend an hour or two sparring. Well… perhaps sparring is the wrong word. He'd spent a couple hours every night teaching Bell how not to kill himself with his own weapon.

Although a shoddy iron dagger was all Bell had with him, Torrhen had a few unenchanted iron and steel weapons with him that were a good level for a beginner to use. For the first few days, he'd had Bell try out each of the different weapons to find the one that best suited him. After Bell had managed to nearly bash in his own skull with a war-hammer and nearly emasculate himself with a short-axe, it became rather apparent that daggers and long knives were best suited to the boy's fighting style.

Once that had become apparent, he'd replaced Bell's beat up old dagger with one of his nicer steel daggers. The dagger was actually pretty old, being one of the first weapons he'd ever forged back in his youth, after finally convincing Arnbjorn to teach him how to make his own. Growing up in the Dark Brotherhood tended to make one rather obsessed with knives. Thankfully, he'd grown out of that after he left the Brotherhood in Nazir's hands and started trying to learn how to be a good person. Well, mostly good.

Since the dagger was something he'd forged when he was first starting, it was a perfect level for Bell to use. He didn't want to give the kid a powerful, enchanted weapon. Giving a beginner a powerful weapon right off the bat was just begging for trouble and he didn't have the tools, or the materials needed to make a weapon that would grow with him. He also hadn't been able to armor the boy since all the armor he had was made for someone his own size and, again, he didn't have the tools needed to resize it. Nor did he really want to. All the armor he had was just too good or too heavily enchanted for someone of Bell's level. Having ridiculously strong armor from the start would be detrimental to his growth. The kid was better off finding a blacksmith in the city and making a contract with them.

After giving Bell a weapon that didn't look like it was about to shatter, the two of them had spent the evenings sparring. He'd shown Bell the proper way to hold his knife, both in a normal and a reverse grip, and helped him figure out how best to use his natural agility. They'd spent their days trading stories and going over topics that Bell needed to know if he wanted to survive. He had even let Bell handle any monster encounters, once he was sure the kid wouldn't get himself killed by being stupid. One of the things he'd been trying to beat into Bell's skull from the start was the importance of healing items or spells, and how best to run away if he was overwhelmed. Survival for him and whatever team he formed was lesson number 1 and Bell seemed to have learned it rather well. The kid was a quick learner, especially with decent gear and a proper teacher.

When he wasn't teaching Bell, the two would trade stories. He told the kid about some of his adventures, careful not to name places since he didn't really want to answer any questions about where he was from just yet. Bell would talk about his grandfather and his village, or he would recite the tales his grandfather had told him. He was especially fond of recounting heroic tales. It was through Bell's stories that he learned about the myths and legends of this new world. All legends contain a decent amount of truth, so it was good information to have. Some of the stories did raise a few concerns though. Especially the one about the One-Eyed Black Dragon…

"No," he shook his head, "it's impossible for that thing to be Alduin. I killed him over a century ago," and yet, he couldn't shake the memory. The memory of driving the remade, Shout Forged, Dragonbane through that bastard's eye. Even after all these years, he could still hear Alduin's screams. "Zu'u Unslaad! Zu'u nis oblaan!" Was it possible he had somehow reformed in this world? It shouldn't be possible and yet… He shook his head again. He would go crazy wondering about possibilities. Better to let it lie until he could find more information. Preferably by asking one of the gods in the city. "And if Alduin really has reformed, well" he fought back a small smirk, "I've beaten him twice before. I can do it again."

Shaking off his thoughts of the winged menace, he turned his attention to the others riding in the carriage. They were all normal merchants though they belonged to races he'd never seen before. Their driver's cat ears, the dog ears and tail of the child bouncing on the lap of what had to be his mother in the carriage behind them. He wondered if Hircine had had a hand in creating them. Could Hircine even reach this world? He wasn't sure. Sitting next to Bell was a diminutive figure who was apparently called a Pallum, and the leader of the caravan was a Dwarf. Not a Dwemer, which would have been astonishing, but a genuine Dwarf. There were even varieties of Elves, though they looked a little different to the ones he was used to.

He observed the adventurers that the merchants had hired to guard the caravan. They were all Level 1's, save for their leader, who was Level 2. He was shocked at how… weak they seemed. Then again, the natural level of strength for people in this world seemed to be generally lower than it had been on Nirn. The average person in Tamriel seemed to be about as strong a mid-range level one adventurer. Judging by the leader of their escorts, the average officer of the Imperial Legion would be able to pass for a Level 2 adventurer. If that progression continued, then he could safely assume that warriors like the Companions or mages from Winterhold and the Synods would be in the Level 3–5 range of strength. Master mages and members of the Circle would likely be in the Level 6-8 range. People like himself, the Ebony Warrior, Ulfric, or the Greybeards would likely be in the Level 9-10 range, but he wasn't sure. According to the merchants, the current highest-level adventurer was Level 7 but there had been up to Level 9 in the past. He was curious to see what level this Falna thing would say he was.

He looked at Bell again. Compared to even the Level 1 adventurers, he didn't look like much. Visually at least. The kid had a crazy amount of potential if you knew what to look for but if the Familia's of Orario judged acceptance based on the appearance of strength instead of the potential for strength, the kid would have a hard time finding a Familia alone. "But maybe that's not necessarily a bad thing," he thought. "Any god that accepts him as he is, is likely to be kind enough to be worth following. That, or desperate enough to accept anybody. I can work with both, so I'll stick with the kid. It wouldn't do to abandon my first student in this world, after all."

Bell

Bell could barely contain his excitement as the carriage pulled to a stop in front of the gates to Orario. Finally! He was going to be an adventurer! "Okay, Bell, calm down," he thought. "Remember what Mr. Torrhen said, 'Always keep a level head, Bell. Being panicky or over eager might be different but they'll both get you in trouble if you're not careful.'" The last month and a half traveling with Mr. Torrhen had been incredible for Bell. He'd learned so much! From how to most efficiently pack his bag, to how best to arrange his weapon in case of an ambush, and even how to fight! It seemed like Mr. Torrhen knew everything there was to know about being an adventurer and was teaching it all to Bell.

"Let me handle customs, kid," Mr. Torrhen said as he walked up to the gate house. Bell had never done this before, so it was kind of interesting.

"Name?" The bored looking official asked. He was dressed totally differently to the guards standing near the gate. They were dressed in slightly revealing clothing and were all wearing these weird masks, but the official was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt.

"Torrhen," Mr. Torrhen said, "and the kid is Bell Cranel."

"Temporary visit or permanent residence?" The official asked.

"Permanent residence." Torrhen replied.

Bell couldn't help it. "I'm going to be an adventurer!" he blurted out, excitedly.

"Really?" The official looked skeptical. He turned back to Mr. Torrhen. "Are you a member of a Familia?"

"I am, but the kid isn't," he said.

"Familia name?"

"Akatosh Familia."

The guard looked up, confused. "Huh, never heard of that one. Will they be joining you?"

"No," Mr. Torrhen shook his head, "I am looking for a new Familia to join."

"Alright then." The guard looked at his papers, "the entrance fee for permanent residence is 3,000 Valis per person. Once you've paid that, you can go on in, it's up to you to find lodging.

Bell went to reach for his money bag but was stopped by Mr. Torrhen. "That won't be an issue. It's 6,000 Valis in total, right?" He asked as he handed over the money. The guard paused for a moment to count it.

"Everything looks to be in order," he said. "Welcome to Orario and, good luck."

Bell was beaming as they stepped out of the gate house and into the Labyrinth city.

Bell's knife is your basic Skyrim steel dagger. For now.

I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review if you have any comments or questions.

Translation: (Zu'u Unslaad! Zu'u nis oblaan! = I am eternal! I cannot be killed!)