Where...where are the buildings? Where are the people, the vehicles?!
What is going on?! Where is Fort Knox?! Where am I?!
What the hell is going on?!

 

 

Er...excuse me?
 

Guard: Yes?
 

Where are we exactly? Please.

 

 

Guard:  You are in Whiterun. In the Whiterun area, of course.

 

 

White....run...???

 

 

Guard: Yes. In the land of Skyrim. Don't you know where you come from? At the end!

 

 

Skyrim...so I'm trapped in the past...in the time of this country...
Emmanuel was actually right. This country really existed. 
But why am I here? How and what could have done this?

 

 

It must be a city. What did the guard say again? Ah yes, Whiterun.

 

 

Well, that's not very nice. But I still don't have enough money to feed myself. I'll try to tax someone.

 

 

Hello. Could you lend me some money? I don't have enough to eat.

 

"What?! Who do you think you are?! If you want money, do what everyone else does! Get a job or go kill bandits and monsters! Instead of begging!!"

 

Excuse me. I didn't mean to offend you. It won't happen again. Sorry again. ?

 

 

Hello. Uh...here...I would like to know if you have anything for me.... like an assignment.

 

 

 

According to the map, it is here.
But it's a real fortress. How am I going to get in without getting killed? Well, I've got a machine gun on me, so it won't take long.

 

 

That's it. I have eliminated all the bandits that were in Silent Moons Camp.

 

 

Proventus: This is very good. Here is your bonus as promised.
However, if I may give you a little advice. Use a more appropriate weapon than your strange and noisy one. 
Like a sword, a bow, a hammer. And find yourself a suitable armour to fight with than your outfit. Because in combat, enemies will not take long to kill you like that.

 

 

Hello. I am looking for a weapon. What do you have?

 

 

Ulfberth: Axes, swords, swordfish, hammers, bows. What exactly are you looking for?

 

A sword would be nice. How much are you selling this lovely black-bladed sword for?

 

Ulfberth: DRAGONSPEAR? 1000 septims.

 

 

A thousand septims? Ah...uh too bad...I don't have enough....

 

 

Ulfberth: Come on; you are so pretty and friendly.
I'll give you a prize. A hundred septims.

 

That's what I had just earned by eliminating bandits. But never mind, I'll buy it.

 

Ulfberth: Good buy. Take good care of it. It is a very rare sword. Moreover, it has a hidden power if you improve it later.

 

 

This armour fits me like a glove. Beautifully elegant, not too heavy, I am protected almost everywhere and it goes well with my sword.

 

 

It's raining like crazy and it's three in the night. I'll stay here to sleep and leave tomorrow.

 

 

Emmanuel. You were right in the end. Skyril does exist. The proof is that I am there right now.
I can't wait to tell him that. But when I'll see Fort Knox again...I have no idea.