[ EU ] You live in Skyrim . It is your job to keep lit all the candles in the abandoned caves and dungeons and castles .

David the developer sat at his desk, scanning the message boards. The game had just been released - the true test of any game. There. 
 *What gives? This dungeon is pitch black - where are the torches? * 
 *If I wear the Dragonborn helm, and Imperial armour, I can turn the torches on and off* 
 *These light sconces are set too close together - I can see all the Draugh! * 
 His hands skittered across the keyboard, turning to the second monitor. The game engine was laid bare here, his expert eye scanning across it. 
 Dungeon light - fixed. 
 Helmet switch - fixed. 
 Spacing - fixed. 
 His co-workers thought David's dedication strange, but he paid them no heed. He had a duty. 
 As he bundled the fixes and fired them off in the first patch of the game, he gave thanks to Azura, Goddess of the Dusk and Dawn. *His* Goddess. After all, he was her servant: *The Lightbringer*, the one who brought balance to the Light and Dark of Tamriel. 
 David, servant of Azura, sat at his desk, and scanned the message boards for errors in the game, for blasphemies against his God. He had his duty.
