After many adventures, among which a brilliant vampire hunting career, I was told by the Greybeards I'm the Dragonborn. However, I feel I cannot fulfill any prophecy if I first don't find out who I truly am and which purpose I serve in this world. Thusly, I decided to leave all my belongings behind, safely guarded by my housecarls, and travel to Solstheim accompanied only by my trusty woodcutter axe and pickaxe, to live a year into the wild, where I hope to find much needed answers. Before boarding the boat, is there any advice you could spare for me?

Don't die. Don't kill the horkers.

(Unless you have to)

Horkers are slow, I prefer running than attacking