Travelling continues...
Still a looong way from home and I also remembered that I have to call in on Ivarstead too for ...something. But I'm a long way from there as well and before I can even get anywhere I hear this guy crying for help...
Help out a poor guy whose been attacked?
I'm a sucker for a sob story so here goes...
Damn it! It's a [SWEAR WORD] trap!
I was a teeny bit suspicious of his story but like a fool I still walked into it and he's led me up a path to a big fight with several thugs, including some orcs and, even worse, they're all levelled so it's really hard!
And suddenly I'm quite grateful for that angry, interfering horse.
Yes, you get him, horsey. Kill that nasty liar!
And it was still a tough fight. Many a death took place in that hour of reloads and in the end I needed my good self, Arissa, Angry Horsey, a conjured flame Atronach and two (TWO!!) Dremoras from my magic Sanguine Rose. Whatever the hell that all means.
And for the uninitiated, it meant that I had a little army with me.
But they're all finally dead. Spam that F5 for a quicksave and I can go on my peaceful travels again.