I don't know what in tarnation happened, but I done woke up in a wagon with a Jarl and two jackasses! Sent us straight to Helgen they did, right to our b'headdins! If it weren't for that big, black dragon, I woulda been dead! A nice young man named Hadvar helped me escape through the keep. Grabbed all the items I could carry on m'way out. Can't carry much though. I don't remember my name or where I live, but these bones are old!
Hadvar helped me get to a place called Riverwood filled with forest hobos livin' in a lil' community. A hobo community. Don't s'pose I'll be stayin' here longer'n I have to. I'd like to move on to one of these "holds" the people keep talkin' about. Maybe get a house, 'n a wench too.
Welp, don't got no name, or job. One of them Imperials took to callin' me "Ol' Man Crangle" becausin my age and whatnot. I s'pose that's as good a name as any. "Crangle." Heh heh, has a nice, prestigious ring to it. Maybe my ancestors were Jarls and Kings! Ha ha!
Well it's off to the sack with "Ol' Crangle." Sold my findings today. Sold my rags right off my back. Didn't know the shop-keep wanted me to change into the digs Hadvar gave me before I sold my rags. He didn't seem to keen on my declothin' in front of his sister'n all that.
Gonna see about real work in the mornin'. Suspectin' I'll get up at the crack'o dawn and ask for help 'round this shithole lil' hobo hole. Then, as soon as I've saved up, it's off to one of them holds for me. Guess I'll be doin' some research so I don't run off to a worst hobo hole.
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