"Skyrim was a cold, hard land. Crops grew poorly in many places but the game was abundant if a person was patient, the rivers bursting with fish. Fasting is necessary to the hunter.". Almost religious, the trance induced by that emptiness before taking up the bow but there are always people who won't be missed, places to go.

Cities were bordered by the wilds. Carved out. In time had come grudging respect. "There are no mammoths in Thedas. The giants made the best cheese from them if you were fast enough, better than goat. I can smith well, hunt better, but I'll wager you have few glass smiths. Might be enough. I'll wear gloves, put up my hood." Be smart.