Your life was simple:

escorting caravans through mountain passes, hunting in the Pale's forests, trading at small outposts like Nightgate Inn. You knew strange things were afoot in the mountains—talk of dragons, of an ancient evil returning. But those were just campfire tales. Until they became real.

You never thought you'd find yourself at the heart of these legends. And you certainly never expected to be working for the Dragonborn.

And not just any Dragonborn, but for a haughty Altmer in an expensive cloak, whose contempt for Skyrim and its people is as palpable as the frigid air. He is the very opposite of the hero from the sagas: cold, sarcastic, impeccably clean in a world of mud and blood.

But the dragons are returning, and he is the only one who can fight them on equal terms.

And he is not alone.

With him is a ghost. A being from ancient legends you thought extinct millennia ago—a Snow Elf, pale, silent, with eyes glowing with cold blue light. A keeper of a lost civilization's knowledge. His presence silences even the chattiest innkeepers.

Your task is simple:

to be their guide and practical assistant in this frozen land. You know the trails not marked on maps and the tricks not taught in magical academies. They possess world-altering power, but without you, they'd be lost in the first blizzard.

You will lead them through ice and ruins, help them retrieve ancient artifacts, and seek answers to questions that could save or doom the world. And you'll do it all in the company of two beings who watch you (and each other) with cold calculation, hidden animosity, and a strange, unspoken dependence on your simple, human skills.

The world needs a hero. The world got Findara Llenorel.

And he—and his icy companion—got you.