And into the frying pan

POV - RAZ

Entering Helgen was an experience, It looked much more different then it did in the game, high imperial walls, beautiful buildings, watchtowers, guards, and happy populace, as our little caravan made way, i could've sworn this place was far bigger than the game made it out to be, shame this place will go up in flames one day, hopefully not soon.

"So, what now friends?" I'd look at the Nord brothers, Ysramir simply answered

"We get to the market, help our milk drinker friend-"Hey!" unpack his stuff, get paid, and go to the inn like any other Nord." clearly the merchant wasn't happy with the nickname he's been given by the rough Nord warrior, giving him the stink-eye, Ysramir didn't seem to mind it however, crossing his arms and looking at the merchant with a bemused face, raising an eyebrow as if to say "Really?"

"Cut him some slack, brother, at least our friend here was able to help us against the wolves!" he'd point at me, making me smile, satisfied that I'm at least somewhat competent in the eyes of the gentle-giant of a Nord. "Did you prefer the merchant to fight with us instead?" "HEY! I'm still here you know!, by the eight.." Both brothers gave a small frown, Seems like forgetting Talos upset them, understandable though, after all we are in imperial territory, pretty sure the white-gold concordat is in place.

trying to defuse the situation, I'd ask the pair yet another question, "so, how much coins do you two get for this job?" Both Nords gave a smile, their. mood brightened by the prospect of some more coin in their pockets.

"A gold coin each, Though you should also get something if not a whole gold coin, you still helped us get here, i think that 30 silver will do nicely, don't you think, Milk drinker?" Clearly the merchant was displeased at this form of petty revenge, but Ysramir must've looked quite intimidating as he caved into the demand quickly, nodding his head with a displeased expression, Ysramor gave a chuckle and shook his head, Ahh, sibling antics.

So, this universe of Skyrim used the good ol' conversion rate of copper to silver to gold, Interesting. So I have 50 gold? I suppose that could be enough for a while before I'd need to go job hunting, Taking my pay from the ever-scared merchant, and giving my goodbyes to the pair of Nords I've befriended so far, I'd tell them we'll meet in the Inn again.

First thing was going to the blacksmith, and getting cloth, and tips on how to clean and maintain this armor I've been given, Like a new work shoe, it's starting to feel more comfortable with every step, ignoring the worried looks given by some of the crowd at the state of my chest-piece, and having to calm down a worried priestess who approached me to ask if I was hurting, god bless her soul, I'd ask for directions to the nearest blacksmith instead, "Helgen's Hammer", she revealed, pointing down the road and sending me off with an invite to meet her later, Nice lady, don't know her name though.

Arriving at the place a minute later, I'd find the blacksmith out working on the forge, an unfinished blade sitting on the anvil, Probably a shortsword by the look of it.

As I stepped up onto the stone platform the forge sat upon, The smith would notice me, turning around his eyes would open comically as a worried expression adorned his red-guard like features

"By the divines, what happened to you lad? I sure hope you aren't hurt under that steel shell of yours." His eyes would scan my armor, it felt weird, but he was probably looking for faults, stuff to repair, business is business after all.

"I'm alright my good man, Just a little sting, thanks for asking however, however I do come here asking for a few things, First a cloth to clean this awful bloodstain, and perhaps.." I'd look away, a bit embarrassed to ask such a stupid question someone who wears armor like me probably should know "A few tips on how to maintain the armor and clean it?"

As expected, the Blacksmith laughs, however in good nature as he walked up to me and patted my back, smiling, "Aye lad! No worries, We all gotta start somewhere, It is kind of odd you don't know though, the state of the armor is nearly new, Except from the blood on the chest piece."

Letting out a sigh of relief, I'd introduce myself "Name's Raz, Nice to meet you friend." And responding in kind, he only answered " Reldar, Best blacksmith in Helgen!" And he sure did prove that to me, Supplying me with a few special cloth-pieces and some armor polish, and a few tips, I was quite good to go and far more knowledgeable on how to take care of my Steel Shell, and it being squeaky clean, although two silver coins poorer, compared to the whole 50 I had though, it didn't feel like much of a loss.

As I left this place, Worry overtook me for a moment, this is Helgen, this whole place is going to be absolutely razed to the ground, there's good people here, The Nord Brothers, The priestess, that blacksmith, probably many others, all innocent and just making their own living, I'd have to come up with a plan on how to save as many of them as possible, But how?...

Most, if not all of Helgen will be present of that execution, it being a major event in the city, and to the world itself, The end of Ulfric Stormcloak if you will, I'll have to devise a plan to safely get as many people as possible into the keep and out of it safely through the underground tunnel, as impossible as that sounds.

Going back on the "Useless knowledge" i've gathered, the game starts on sundas, 17th of Last seed Seed, 4E201, Basically Sunday the 17th in august, in translation, I'd have to ask around to see what date it is today, However that's enough getting lost in thought, I've walked quite a bit- just thinking about stuff, Time to explore!

Exploring the City, I'd stop by a small stand full of baked goods, even the classic sweet roll was here, amongst Cinnamon rolls, slices of what seems to be carrot cake, and a few other pastries, the more surprising part it was an Argonian woman running the stand!, The baking Lizard, hah, probably shouldn't say that out loud...

"Greetings, attracted by the scent of my pastries?" She smiled, and i'd return a nod, eyeing what looks to be like an apple pie, and the Cinnamon rolls.

I've a major weakness for Cinnamon rolls.

"Scent, and look alike, Those Cinnamon rolls look specifically delicious Miss." Having to resist drooling at my favorite baked pastry in front of it's baker, I'd point at it with a gloved hand, asking for the price.

"Five copper coins a piece, Sir." I was baffled at how cheap it was, having also discussed the conversion rate of copper-silver-gold with that nice Blacksmith, Reldar, it was 25 Copper for a silver, and 10 silver to gold, And to be honest, that was one confusing system, I'd expect 100 to 10, or something of the likes, but to each world and it's economics.

Not to mention there's platinum coins, each one being 50 gold, and then just literal gold bullions, being worth around 20 platinum coins each.

"I'll take five of these delicious looking Cinnamon rolls, please." Making my order, she'd give me one of the cutest, small baskets I've seen, perfectly fitting exactly five of them, I suppose it was a thing, ordering five of those at a time, Or I'm just lucky.

Taking one into my mouth after giving her the silver coin, I'd bite down on the sugar-coated cinnamon roll and shiver, Noticing the Argonian baker looking at me with slight worry, I'd be more then happy to let out one of those over-the-top food-gasm moans, Stuffing the rest of the roll into my mouth and devouring it, that woman knew how to bake on levels only my grandma, may she rest in peace, knew how to.

She gave a satisfied smile as she saw me more then eagerly devour that delicious cinnamon roll, turning to her and giving my compliments, and taking the chance to ask another question.

"Say, what date is it today?" And her response wasn't honestly what I wanted to hear. "Forgot from the bliss, have we? It's Sundas, 10th of last seed, Didn't forget the year too right?" She looked amused, playing along I'd answer.

"Honestly, those tasted soo good I might need a reminder, Miss." Looking at her with a completely serious face, I'd crack a small smile as she laughed, "Aphia, Call me Aphia dear, hahaha!" Honestly I was relieved to hear she had a normal Saxheel ish sounding name, (Saxheel = Argonian) and not something stupid like "Crouches-in-caverns" or.. whatever stupid names the game gave the Argonians.

"the year is 4E201 dear" The much more calmer Aphia declares, on the outside I looked fine, on the inside, Just Chaos, at least for five seconds before Gamer's mind made it's presence known, smiling and nodding, giving my own name and leaving as my body went autopilot, Time is short it seems, and I have Seven days until the main questline starts, which makes me wonder, if I was declared dragonborn, God, this whole place was going to be ruined in seven days, and I was clueless on how to stop it, Whatever, It's getting late, I'll plan something tomorrow..

The walk to the Inn wasn't a relaxing one.

(A/N, DUN DUN DUUUUN, Bit of a Cliffhanger, The truth is now revealed! and our main character has seven, well, Six days to figure out how the fuck to deal with AL-DU-IN when he returns! Sorry for the bit of absence too, Stuff got a bit busy for me, so here's this moderate-sized chapter for you to enjoy!