Deep within the bowels of Bleak Falls Barrow, I was ambushed from behind by ruthless Undead Nords. I conjured pillars of flame, brought down heaving blows with my two-hander, and sent steel-tipped arrows through the bodies of my foes. After the onslaught I collected my loot, only to notice a grievous wound. Curse those blasted Nords, but I won't let them bring me down. I may have taken an arrow to the knee... but I'm an adventurer, and I'm still adventuring.