The sun was setting fast, and Hijinks quickly nears the entrance to Riverwood, being cautious of bandits. He was hungry and fatigued, if anyone made an attempt on his life, he wasn't so sure he could defend it. He saw a bridge crossing the river, thinking,
"I must be close. Good thing, too. Not sure I've got much left"
Hijinks looks over his shoulder, a paranoid habit that has saved his life time and time again. This time may be different. He locked eyes with a cave troll that seemed to be out of place, but still angry and charging. He wanted to fight, but had not the strength. He wanted to run, but had not the stamina. He tried to speed up hoping to out run the raging troll, but it stayed on his tail. Hijinks enters Riverwood frantically waving his arms in the air and pointing behind him. Seconds later, the troll rounded the corner. The tired Argonian loses his balance and stumbled to the gravel, clutching at his chest. He rolls quickly to see the beast drooling over him. He draws a sword, dreadfully realizing what he was really looking at. A werewolf.