My name is Ru'dehm Lekishael, although my best friend calls me by the nickname "Red Delicious." Who is my best friend? Some... magical tiny horse named Applejack. She's faithful and strong. She also wears a hat.

I'm not sure what brings her to Tamriel, but she never asks why I left Hammerfell for the frozen heart of Skyrim, so... that's perfectly fine by me. It's not easy trying to scrape a living here in Whiterun, but having AJ with me makes it bearable. She looks after me and I look after her. Along the way we take out a few bandits and bounties, and that's enough to make the both of us feel accomplished.

All things considered, I really can't complain. We've got a pair of sleeping mats at the Bannered Mare, and the Nords around here are kind enough... every other Morndas or Tirdas, that is. But we're starting to get used to them; we have to. After all, it's 4E 201, the start of a new century. What's the worst that could happen?