[ EU ] You are an NPC in skyrim . Everyday you wake up , a new mod is installed .

It was a quiet day in Riverwood. 
 
 Embry sat under a tree, flagon in hand, contemplating the quiet. Peace had become quite the rarity in Skyrim lately, since the arrival of that Khajiit. Called herself the Dragonborn, she did. 
 
 Since she appeared the world had gone a little... mad. 
 
 First the dragons came. Dragons are terrifying, sure, but everyone expected that. Dragonborn, dragons, they go together. And what's a dragonborn for but killing dragons? Makes sense to Embry! 
 
 About a week after the first dragon attack a trader from Riften came through town. Had himself some skins that he claimed were off giant black cats. Embry was suspicious of that. Never seen any giant black cats in Skyrim. But the town store traded the man some supplies for the skins. Couple days later they sold those odd skins to a snobby old Elf lady for enough money to repair the back wall of the store! Just in time for winter, too. 
 
 All the townsfolk got together to help build the new wall. They were just about done when the sun suddenly disappeared! The whole sky went dark! But before anyone could react to the dark the sky blossomed lightning! 
 
 When light and sight returned to Riverwood the sky was still different. There was a huge bloody floating castle up there! It's *still* there, just floating and looking scary. Never moves. 
 
 After the giant flying house in the air everything went to oblivion. Every other day Embry heard news of odd things. Reports came from up north of a mudcrab with a fancy hat and questionable eyewear taking business from all the merchants. A *mudcrab! * 
 
 The Mages at their college up in all the snow are stomping and shooting magic at each other and doing whatever else angry Mages do over reports of a strange Breton-like man in the forest who teaches spells to anyone who asks him. Powerful spells, stronger than those robe-wearing idiots at the College can teach. And without all the classes! 
 
 The blacksmith in Whiterun has quit smithing in protest. Word is that the Dragonborn has taken over her shop with large chests that only she can use full of all sorts of rare materials. The Jarl refuses to make the cat move the stuff. 
 
 It's all little stuff, the craziness, but Embry does n't like it. No, sir. Not at all. He looks at his flagon again and realizes that he'd emptied it while thinking about the world. Standing, he walks off through the unusual quiet to find more mead, and maybe more news to ponder.
