Partygoer: Oh, but she likes it, the dirty girl.
Partygoer 2: I was wrong! The best thing that comes before alcohol is women. And sex!

 

 

Lydia: Not that....ha haa...I don't want to...hmmm yes, yes....I must not....oh yes oh yes. Yes again... Aie....hmmm yes!

 

 

 

 

This place could be used for travellers. They could take shelter and hide here. Don't you think so?

 

 

Lydia: That's a very good idea, my thane.
Iona: Yes, I agree.

 

 

Lydia My thane?! What was that weapon you used?

Iona: The bandits didn't even have time to do anything, they were already dead!

 

 

 

 

Iona: From...home? Well, there are no weapons like that in Skyrim. Or anywhere else...

Lydia: Oh yes. Atanéa is not from that time. She's from the future. From a time far beyond our own.

 

Yes. Why don't we get back on the road? We have bandits to eliminate in a mine, I remind you. We'll talk when we're done.

 

 

What....what happened here?! Everything is destroyed, burnt, ruined! It looks like a catastrophe. What was here?

 

Lydia: This is Helgen, my thane. It was an imperial village where prisoners were executed.

 

Iona: It was destroyed by a dragon several months ago.
But since then, this dragon and others have not appeared.

 

 

 

Get some rest. Tomorrow we'll be back on the road to Falkreath.