Early in the morning, several days after he began riding, Val checked his map, finding that he was near a town named "Darkwater crossing". He wasn't familiar with it, but, then again, he'd never been to this gods forsaken frozen plane of oblivion called "Skyrim" before, either, so it made perfect sense.  Just outside of town, though, he heard the sounds of a camp being packed up.  Unsure if it was bandits, he cautiously rode towards the group.  If it was bandits, he would summon an Atronach in their midst and ride away quickly.

Strangely, though, the group was made up of quite a wide variety of beings, including nords, a breton, an imperial, an orc woman, a couple of cats, and a lizard.  [i]No bandit group is so diverse or well armed. Judging by their gear, it must be the group the Greybeards assembled.[/i] he thought to himself before stupidly calling out.  "Hail, Davahfeyn." he said, hoping to get their attention.  If he was wrong, he'd be forced to ride for the town as fast as he could, as he couldn't take on so many at once.