Limping into Whiterun.

I know. I'm a cat. A khajiit. It's none of my business what these Humans and Elves do to each other.

But I'm sorry. I see a Human in chains held by Elves, and my hand goes to my weapon.

This was probably a mistake.

Last I checked in, I was headed for Whiterun to report to the Jarl. Everything was going fine, until I turned a corner and stumbled on a group of Thalmor wandering the roads with an imprisoned Nord dragged between them. My ire was arisen. But I opted not to do anything, tried to keep my head down, walk on by. One of the Thalmor couldn't let me be though. Demanded I tell it to whom I owed my religious agreement.

I knew it was wrong. I knew it was a mistake. I knew what would happen. So I did it anyway.

The Thalmor can suck my tail.

Without a pause, I told the thing I worshiped Talos. It took two seconds for the Thalmor to register what I had said, another few seconds for it to get ready to attack me for my "Blasphemy". It took me less than a second to embed my mace in it's ugly face. Less than a second for me to turn my blasphemous hands into living flame, and douse the other two idiots with him.

The soldier they were dragging along was beaten, tired, and half dead. But now he was free. I handed him a sword and the old Stormcloak cuirass I was carting around, and sent him on his way.

The battle took no time at all. Honestly, how the empire suffered so at the hands of these incompetents I have no idea. But it took some out of me. Slightly more tired, and with my Magicka faintly drained. I walked on.

And straight into a pitched battle between some guys and a giant. In a farm. I guess the giant had wandered in and these guys were sent to dispatch it. I don't really know, I kinda forgot to ask, I was busy trying to help.
Jumped into the fray, arms aflame, mace up. It took the group of us a few seconds, and it took me getting slightly battered, but the giant went down.

The leader of the group (An attractive lady called Aela. I will be looking her up. Rawwr. Even though she smelled slightly of a dog. I guess she has a lot of pets.) Told me they were the companions. Descendants of the original warriors Ysgramor. Invited me to join them when I made it to whiterun. Then they legged it. Left me limping along behind. Ah well. I made it to the gate, and now I'm sat quietly at a table in The Bannered Mare a happy little inn run by a hot older filly by the name of Hulda. Try the Honeybrew Mead. It's delicious.

I'm going to bed now. I've drunk a little too much already, and I need a few hours sleep to heal.

Stupid giants.