garote | A return to Skyrim

During my recent move, I've taken some private time to wander around in Skyrim again...

I've lost count of the number of times I've crossed the entire map, east to west and back again, vacuuming up quest achievements and hauling miscellaneous loot across high mountain passes.

Comedy Wolf continues to be as rude as ever...

... And Daft Wooley continues to be a strange - and dangerous - horse!

Saving up money for training has been the largest use of my time. There's something very satisfying about it. One of my favorite tactics is to approach a blacksmith, buy all their raw materials, use their own equipment to manufacture several suits of armor, place high-value magical enchantments on each one, and then buy five rounds of very expensive training. Once the training is done and the blacksmith (or other merchant) has all my cash, I just sell them the suits of armor, and they hand the cash right back to me.

Everyone's running a scam on everyone, really. There are a whole lot of highwaymen, brigands, and pickpockets around...