17th of Last seed

by Darxicus

I’ve escaped from Helgen after nearly being executed by Imperial orders. My escape was made possible by a dragon. Yes, a dragon. I thought they were dead long ago, but there it was, flying above the town and just wrecking it. In the confusion I managed to slip away with Hadvar, an Imperial soldier.We headed to the town of Riverwood, where his uncle, Alvor, works as the blacksmith. He kindly offered to let us stay in his house for a while. I’m resting up before heading over to Whiterun to inform the Jarl of the possible danger Riverwood faces, at Alvor’s request.