So once you have reached your 20th year that sends a notice to the Skyrim postal service that you now might be capable of enjoying something as in depth as the museum at Dawnstar. During a night of revelry recently (I think there was someone named Sam involved) I was regaled with stories from my fellow adventures about their meeting with this globe trotting enitity. There was the renowned mage who upon finishing a catacystic fight that saw him help repel his college from some unknown magic entinties and a frost dragon, during which he saw the fall and ressurection not only of his steed but his stalwart companion. Who unfortunately happened to be carrying some large heavy objects that he had promised to secure for a certain someone that she plunged off the high cliffs with in pursuit of the dragon into the sea below. After all this was he offered a free trip to Skyrims version of Disney World? No instead he was immediately accosted and informed about a museum in Dawnstar.
The second such adventure a truly war worn and battle scarred veteran told of his forays into a deep dungeon in search of a certain artificate of much renown. After a tough battle tired and battle ridden he hears a sound behind him. Fearing a redoubled effort of the Falmar to reengage, or perhaps another centurion reacivated by his presence, he readies his shield and summons his trusty blade. He spins and....Hey wow your a hard men to find I have been looking for you just wanted to let you know there is a new museum at Dawnstar! All the while trying to disregard his blood splatterd and dented shield shoved in his face.
For my own experience I spoke of my running battle with a troll that some how ended up including a bear and 2 wolves as well. I had seen what appeared to be a farm house in the distance and had made a dash to seek cover and allies at it. Unfortunately they where thin consisting of a guard from the city of Riften as well as the farmer. In the middle of this mess who should show up but that globe trotting courier to inform me of the infamous museum. Luckily he decided to involve himself in battle, unfortunately he had no clothes on. He also seemed very concerned with the sharpness of his dagger as he constantly disengaged to sharpen it at the grindstone. I waited until he had engaged with his gleaming sharpened dagger then blasted the troll with fire while avoiding the bear who was still lurking. This must of aggavated him and the troll got in his way so they had a tussle which allowed my temprorary ally and I to recover for a moment. Then we where able to dispatch the weakened troll, unfortunately the old hag who owned the mill came out of her house to tell us that we where off an inferior race and should all be flogged endlessly.
Now I have to go clean up this temple I apparently ended up in, maybe the priestess will shown me kindness and supply a poiton of extra strength head ache relief.