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MUSIC:
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The hired carriage hits yet another bump and you are justled along with your companions. You look again over the letter:

“You and your companions are invited to Falkreath in Skyrim Provence to meet with my servant, Bildam. He will be waiting in the Dead Man's Drink awaiting your arrival. He will instruct you to your mission, the dangers, and the rewards. Enclosed is the sum of 50 Golden Septims to pay for your travels to reach  Falkreath…”

The letter finishes with a few safe routes into Skyrim and a date that with after Bildam will no longer be present (and the quest forfeit). You hand it to one of your companions and look at the mountainous land of Skyrim, cold and oddly mystical. You crossed over the mountains, setting off from Bruma, and traveled a day and night through the wind blasted rocks until arriving at Helgen to resupply. Now you where mere minutes out from  Falkreath.

As you gathered your supplies the carriage pulled into the small city. The coach driver turned around and said “We are here, grab your things and get going. I am sorry for the rush but I need to get to Markarth in a few days time.” You disembark and the carriage lurches into movement and quickly moved down the road to the eastern gates where new patrons pay and climb on. Again with a lurch the cart is moving again and disappears around a bend.

Now you stand in the middle of Falkreath, the sound of a bustling town surrounds you as farmers, children, and guards and a rare noble move about their lives.