R.I.P. my trusty horse in training.
When I first set my eyes on Skyrim, I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to explore.
I knew I couldn't do it without someone like you in my life, I had to have you, no matter the cost.
I remember proudly walking up to the stables with 1000 warm, blood soaked coins.
As soon as I mounted you, I knew you were the one, you were worth every gold coin and more.
We laughed gaily as we sprinted across the fields together, we swam in the lakes, we ran over several bunnies for fun.
Then the day came, we packed our bags, locked the door, and headed for the other side of the world to find adventure. My heart was pumping with excitement, we were finally ready!
A few miles down the road we stopped at an old altar, there was a necromancer there, he told us to back off. You took a few steps too many toward him trying to turn around, and he turned you into smoldering ashes while I was still swinging myself off your back.
My best friend. My only friend...
He paid dearly, yes he did.