Drinking with Sam felt like the biggest mistake of the dragonborn's life. When he woke up in Markarth, he felt like he was dying, and the screaming priestess was not helping. Her shrill voice was like a knife in the ear.

'Weren't priestesses of Dibella supposed to be sensual rather than nag like an angry grandmother'

After being coerced into cleaning the temple, the dovahkiin quickly fled, following the note which told him to go to Rorikstead.

The journey to Rorikstead was short, but it felt like a hike up the 7000 steps in full plate armor. The few unlucky forsworn he came across we're immediately annihalated by fireballs. The blurry vision from the hangover threw off his aim so instead of the fancier magics he just threw out explosives. Upon reaching the settlement, he was beset upon be an angry farmer.

The farmer, Ennis, wanted his prized goat back from the giant I'd allegedly sold it to. His story seemed nonsensical as I'm reasonably certain giants can't even speak, much less carry out a transaction. But it was the only way for my lead to give up his information. Other than a painful interrogation of course, but I don't want to get on Balgruuf's bad side and I'm already treading on thin ice due to that incident with Farengar.

'Cocky wizard didn't believe me when I warned him not to step in that shock rune. Guards shouldn't' have blamed me, he's the one who cast the bloody thing. '

I found the giant on a hill, petting his new goat like a small dog. How do you expect me to take that away from him. I'm not a monster. My morals demanded that I get The informtion out of Ennis instead. It'd be easy enough. A little fire might make him feel a bit more helpful. Balgruuf be damned.

Regrettably, the route I tortur-ehem.. coaxed out of Ennis led me back to Whiterun. Hopefully the guards didn't already know about the persuasive actions I took.

I traced my steps back to Ysolda and froze and the news she told me. I was engaged. The shock cleared me of any residual effects from Sam's brew.

"It sounded so sweet how you proposed to her under the stars in Whitchmist Grove"

"Wait", I said, my recently recovered clarity rearing it's head, "that's a hagraven's nest, why in oblivion would anyone propose there"

Ysolda quickly explained it to me. My wife to be lived there. I proposed to a hagraven.

'What the hell did Sam put in those drinks'

I took the carriage to Windhelm and slowly walked down the path towards the forest. I had to set things straight with my fiancé and return the ring. It was getting late as I entered the grove and I did not want to meet a hagraven after dark so I sped up my search, running between pine trees when I was suddenly tackled by a wall of blue feathers.

As I was knocked to the ground, my assailant went with me. I had a word of power on my lips before I lost my breath when I saw what was straddling my stomach. An ecstatic girl whose short blue hair framed the cutest face I had ever seen.

"Husband!"

We kept the ring.