He was on me before I realized I was found. I cursed myself for taking a risk to this town, but what other options are there due to insufficient supplies? Not that the wilderness is safer-just two days ago, I turned around and saw three of them shoot me. The faces of my followers filled my horizons and I prepared for the inevitable.
"Greetings, strangers," he said. "Can I be interested in your adventure?"
The grandmother who was asked to rescue someone from the bandit cave didn't sound like a nightmare fuel, but I've always been fascinated by the idea of dodging-ever since the character of the video game company Digitiser, "The Man With The Long Chin) offers someone a slam to him. This comedic revelation opened me up to possibilities. What if you could tell someone to step up before their "deepwater valley" instead of ending with an unfinished business list? Or, even better, if you run a mile every time someone seems to be dragging you into their business?
You might argue that missions are critical to building a fantasy world, but burdening players with too many missions can ruin the credibility of that world. It depicts the situation of a civilian, who can barely function without outsiders' intervention. In this regard, Skyrim is one of the worst offenders. Sometimes it resembles a body robber: an NPC grabs your sight, your cry rises, and before you know it, you already have 17 courier stuffing banknotes into your hands. You walk into the bar for a quiet pint, and when you leave, your search history is big enough to kill a dragon.
Therefore, my task is to avoid anyone who is seeking a task. When the hunter Aela purposefully stepped forward to me, praising my shooting skills and discussing the identity of my companion, I fell into a sprint. She followed. I continued to run until five minutes later, and she finally got rid of the chase. This was a satisfying victory, but I knew there would be other victories, so I began to glance at the horizon, evading the messenger's first glance. Vigilance is the price to pay for pure joy, as he knows that some other gullible idiots will have to retrieve the cursed book of Zix from the "Specific Cave of Death."