It was a cool, crisp morning in the city of Markarth. Roy, a Nordic warrior had just awoken from a long slumber. He walks to the bar to get a few drinks before heading out. His drinking habits have earned him the nickname "Drunkenborn". Upon finishing his drinking, he heads outside to bask in the beautiful morning sun in the city. Smiling, he starts to head out to do who knows what. Suddenly, a strange old man comes out of nowhere, in hysterics, "Help me, please! Sir, please!" He cries out.

"Calm down and try to explain to me what happened, alright?" Roy says slowly, trying to process what's going on.

"The Falmer! They kidnapped my wife and daughter among many other people! We had been traveling to the city and passed by some Dwemer ruins! I was unable to rescue them so I came here as soon as I could, please you must help me!" The old man pleas with him. "Fine, I'll help. But, first I'll need a few allies..." Roy says as the old man smiles at him, "I'll make sure you and your allies are greatly compensated for your efforts." He says before heading into the bar himself. Roy begins searching through the city for a few other people to join him in the quest.

QUEST STARTED: Find some allies