Your adventure has just begun. After escaping Helgan with your head, meandering around Riverwood, exploring the mountain to its north, and the accompanying crypts, you've finally found your way to Whiterun, as was instructed by the man who helped you escape.

The town is full of people talking and going about their daily lives in the land of Skyrim within the province of Tamriel. Merchants, travelers, tourists, locals, and the like all co-exist within the city limits.

As you attempt to walk past the front gate into the main city, a man stops you. On his head is a uniquely shaped helmet and a well-defined tunic on his torso. In his left hand a shield, again with a unique logo: the very same logo which adorned the tapestries lining the city walls. He was a guard.

Before saying a word, you both exchange a glance. He looks you up and down, and you do the same. You are unsure of why he approached, but it was clear he approached with purpose.