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"You are an idiot Toshiro," he told himself as he watched the sun wester over the hills. "You could have been safely at home, making sons and daughters for our people... No, baka! You had to come to Skyrim... You had to follow up these rumors of the Nord's stupid little war."

He had thought that he could make some coin and a name for himself by selling his services to one side or the other in this fight... His clan of Ashin were always adept at spycraft... A Ronin could do well here... Now, things had changed. Dragons had returned.  He had seen the flames and smoke rising from Helgen as he approached. He had thought at first that it was just another battle in this stupid war of theirs. Then that huge black beast had taken wing from behind the walls, its roar reverberating through the valley.

Worse still... he had taken on a burden to a dying man, to warn the peoples of this province about what had happened.  Giri, it was almost a curse upon the descendents, few though they were of the Akavirii on Tamriel... Duty...

Toshiro worked up a good gob of phlegm and spat upon the ground.

"Face it, this was the last normal day you will ever have," he growled. "Now everything changes forever."

He felt a chill run down his spine. The wind seemed to whisper, "All will be as it must."