I'd like to elaborate that I'm also a compulsive collector of ingredients of any kind. If I see them, they are going in my inventory. This includes but is not limited to shooting down the hawks in Solitude. a little while ago, I came across 1 soaring high above the central plaza. I began to open fire upon it.
Over a hundred arrows 5 minutes later, I relinquished the assault, gazing upon the indomitable raptor as it glided in victory, brandishing his battle scars of at least 5 arrows protruding from his proud chest.
I shook my head and thought to myself : "You may have survived my onslaught today, bird. However be warned! I will not rest until I pluck the feathers from your limp and lifeless body!".
I then proceeded to take pick every flower still littered through Solitude.
