My house, my bed. Silly game.
So I am riding over this mountain range and happen over a cottage. There's a little plot outside growing cabbage and whatnot, so I figure this is some loner maybe in need of assistance. I enter the house uninvited and I interrupt a black-robed magic user doing whatever, so he flips out and attacks me without even speaking a word. The fight, if you can call it that, is short because my superiour steel warhammer can't be stopped by cloth.
Okay, I say to myself, that didn't go well. Whatever, I go outside to get on my horse again and as I saddle up, I hear this roar coming from above. A dragon! I am not scared, no really. My housecarl isn't scared either, well not much. So I dismount and attack the beast, but my horse seems to have other ideas and it gallops into the woods. No matter, I can find it later. The fight is not overly long, but potions had to be consumed. Still I beat the dragon and absorb the soul, feels good. Now, the horse. Hmpf, running around looking for my damned horse, I get attacked by 2 bears, 1 snow cat and 2 wolves. After beating them, I climb up this little cliff, trying to get a better view and I see my housecarl running away from me. What the hell? I turn around and there's a frost troll. Hah, a troll doesn't scare me! I just killed a big, frost-breathing dragon! In two hits, the troll kills me. No wonder my housecarl ran away.