It takes two to make a thing go right, by Ivaan-nicklepoor
It was around high noon when i exited the dark tavern, but on which day this sun indicated, I could not tell. I was preoccupied with my sequestration, speaking to a tavern wench about the same subject for five weeks, and the results were apparent already- I was a master of both persuasive and provocative speech. I mounted shadowmare, who I have not fed for at least three weeks now, and we went towards the main quest line. "Well, aren't i an idiot!" I said while giving myself a full-force face palm with daedric gloves on, "I forgot about fast travel!" I brought up my map, which had the place usefully marked on it, and teleported there.
When I got there, an Argonian woman ran at me screaming. I immediately punched her when she got close, sending her multiple feet back before she finally crumpled into a ball and died. I could say it was self defense, but as a Redguard, I was subtly racist towards Argonians. Kind of like the black guy from Lakeview Terrace. I decided not to save the world, since one less Argonian was award enough. I was sent a few complaints about that choice, but I am the Dovahkin crying out loud, I do what I do and take what I want!