The first time I played Skyrim, I was in awe of the beautiful snowy surrounding, the wagon ride and the cool Nord guys sitting next to me. I knew that we would start out as a prisoner, but that was it. I had no other knowledge of the events that would unfold. I listened to the prisoners, then the guards and I was appalled to see them chopping off this guys head, and shooting the run away in the back.
Where is the justice? Where is the court system? I thought the Imperials were civilized people. I mean, they un-ceremoniously would chop off heads in some god-forsaken town in the Hinterlands of Talos-knows-where?
Anyway, I think the thing that pushed me over the edge was the fact they had nothing on me and still they would condemn me to DEATH! Chop of my head for WHAT? So yea, but in the confusion, I followed Hadvar and then I played for a few levels and was like, psh forget that. I make a true daughter of Skyrim and follow Ralof ALL THE WAY!

So, Brigid Keltinga was born LOL