Riverwood, and Pushy people.

So, Riverwood. It's a pretty enough town. Arrived here with Ralof and met his sister (Pretty, But married to a large Nord. I learned my lesson!) The large Nord (Hod, as it turns out.) is a great guy! The instant we got here, he took us to his house, and we all got roaring drunk!
And by Roaring drunk, I mean literal roaring. The guards were called, stern talking too's were issued, honor was fought for, Nudity was involved.

Suffice to say I have new scars, Mental and physical.

But the guards were understanding. They just sent us back to Hod's house to sleep it off, and so that's what we did. Woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a thirst for adventure.

Adventure in Skyrim is actually really hard to avoid. I walk out my door (Well, Hod's door.) and BANG! someone needs something.
People here seem incapable of doing anything for themselves.

Faendal, A fine Dark Elf bumps into me in the streets, and starts accusing me of being friends with some guy called Sven. Honestly, It's possible we were naked together the other night, so I can't really refute the accusations, but I don't recall the guy, so you know. I'm a little offended. After a bit of a chat Faendal reveals that he is in love with a smart young lady who is falling for the smooth talking Svens charms.
"Surely not!" I exclaimed passionately, "What foul miscreant could ever think of out charming you my fine fellow!"
Faendal smiled, and decided to trust me with a mission to solve his issue. Deliver a letter to the chick allegedly from Sven.
Off I set.
I find Sven, Smarmy bard that he is. I decide I prefer Faendal. Off I head to find the chick.

She's in the Riverwood trader, Sister to the owner, and currently in uproar over some stolen trinket. I store that away for later adventuring and start chatting to her.

She's a fine looking lady, Single, Rich enough... I hand her the letter, and she instantly decides Sven can go Hump a Frost Troll. Part of me is thinking "Faendal will be happy." The most of me is thinking "I can totally see down her shirt, and it's making this cat purr!"

Adventure, I thought. Can wait. So now here I am, Sat at a desk in the Riverwood Trader, the young lady Camilla Valerius sat happily across from me, stroking my fur... Mmm. Excuse me, I'll write more later... I have... Things... To do.