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The transition was instant. One moment he was staring at his dark ceiling, and the next, he was inhaling the scent of pine and stale hearth smoke.
Shiro opened his eyes. The wooden beams of the Sleeping Giant Inn greeted him. It was roughly 4:00 AM; the light filtering through the cracks in the wall was barely grey. He sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and mentally called up his inventory.
A semi-transparent grid appeared. He scanned it quickly, potions, basic gear, gold. Everything was exactly where he'd left it. Good.
"Time to get moving," he whispered.
He knew the script. Lucan Valerius was going to ask for his Golden Claw back. The Jarl of Whiterun needed to know about the dragon attack at Helgen. It was a standard loop, but Shiro wasn't here for the scenery; he was here for the grind.
He equipped his leather armor, the weight settling familiarly on his shoulders, and headed out the door. The morning air in Riverwood was crisp, biting at his exposed skin. He jogged onto the stone bridge leading out of town, pausing for just a moment to look at the fork in the road.
Right led to Whiterun. Left went up the mountain, toward Bleak Falls Barrow.
A chime rang out, soft but clear.
[Quest Alert]
[Help the people of Riverwood]
Description: Retrieve the Golden Claw and proceed to Whiterun to seek aid for the village.
Reward: 200 XP
[Accept?]
Shiro smirked. "Like you even need to ask."
He tapped [Yes] and turned left, starting the trek up the mountain path.
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Two Days Later:-
The Bannered Mare was loud, warm, and smelled heavily of roasted meat and ale. Shiro sat alone at a corner table, nursing a tankard and staring blankly at the wood grain.
"Another round, love?"
Shiro looked up. Saadia was standing there with a pitcher. He nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. "Please. And maybe some more bread."
"Coming right up."
As she walked away, Shiro leaned back, feeling the ache in his muscles. It was a good ache, the kind that came from progress. The last forty-eight hours had been a blur of violence and negotiation.
He took a sip of the drink and let his mind drift back, organizing the chaos of the last few days.
Bleak Falls Barrow had been a slog, but profitable. He'd cleared the draugr, cut down the spider, and retrieved the Golden Claw. But the real surprise had come on the road to Whiterun.
He'd run into a traveling Khajiit named R'virr. In the game, he was just a merchant, but this reality was different. R'virr was a master of close quarters, and for a price, he'd been willing to share a few tricks.
Shiro swiped his hand to check his skill list, admiring the new additions.
[Skill: Meditating (Active) Lv 1]
Description: Can only be used outside of combat. The user calms their mind to improve focus.
Effect: +30% HP/MP Regeneration Rate.
Passive: +1% Max Mana.
[Skill: Khajiit Strike Claw (Active) Lv 1]
Description: A rapid strike targeting the throat or vital organs.
Effect: High chance to paralyze or execute weak opponents. Ineffective against undead or heavy armor.
It had cost him a chunk of his loot money, but it was worth it. R'virr had parted ways with him shortly after, hitching a ride with a trade caravan, but Shiro didn't have time to mourn the temporary alliance.
He'd arrived in Whiterun, sold off the excess dungeon loot, and immediately garnered attention. A scuffle in the street led him to the Companions. They were looking for grunt work, clearing a bandit camp that the guards were too lazy to handle.
Shiro had taken it. The pay was double what the Jarl's steward would have offered, and the XP was decent. By the time he'd wiped out the bandits and hiked back to the city gates, the sun was already setting on his second day.
"Here you go," Saadia said, dropping a basket of bread on the table, snapping Shiro back to the present.
He tore off a piece of bread, chewing thoughtfully. After the bandit job, he'd finally gone to Dragonsreach to deliver the news about Helgen. Jarl Balgruuf had been suitably impressed, or at least, worried enough to send him to his court wizard.
That was where the real investment happened.
Shiro finished his drink and stood up, tossing a few coins on the table. He wasn't done yet. He still had the books he'd just bought from Farengar Secret-Fire.
He walked out of the inn and found a quiet spot near the Gildergreen tree to review his latest purchase. The court mage was an arrogant prick, but his inventory was undeniable. Shiro pulled the two tomes from his inventory, feeling the hum of magicka radiating off the leather covers.
Shiro sat down, spreading the heavy tomes he'd purchased from Farengar across the wooden table. His gold pouch was light, practically empty, but as he ran his hand over the covers, the system windows popped up, confirming the investment was worth it.
[Spell Tome: Familiar (Conjuration - Novice)]
Cost: 107 Mana
Description: Summons a familiar to fight for you for 60 seconds.
[Spell Tome: Bound Sword (Conjuration - Novice)]
Cost: 93 Mana
Description: Summons a magic blade for 120 seconds. Sheathing it dispels the spell.
[Spell Tome: Oakflesh (Alteration - Novice)]
Cost: 103 Mana
Description: Improves the caster's armor rating by 40 points for 60 seconds.
[Spell Tome: Courage (Illusion - Novice)]
Cost: 39 Mana
Description: Target won't flee for 60 seconds and gains a boost to health and stamina.
[Spell Tome: Fury (Illusion - Novice)]
Cost: 67 Mana
Description: Creatures and people up to level 6 will attack anything near them for 30 seconds.
[Spell Tome: Lesser Ward (Restoration - Novice)]
Cost: 34 Mana/sec
Description: Increases armor rating by 40 points and negates up to 40 points of spell damage.
"Learned," Shiro muttered, the knowledge settling into his mind.
But knowledge didn't buy dinner. After emptying his pockets for Farengar, Shiro was broke. He had to hit the grind immediately. He picked up a few bounty letters from the innkeeper, one for a nest of frostbite spiders plaguing the farms near Whiterun, and another for a bandit encampment holed up in a local mine.
However, his solo run didn't last long. When he stopped by Jorrvaskr, Kodlak Whitemane sat him down. The old Harbinger's voice was firm. "It's not safe to take on these contracts alone, whelp. Not yet."
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