A couple of days ago, I remembered that a gentleman named Sam asked me to join him for a friendly drinking contest, so I went to meet him. On my way to the inn, I was attacked by a dragon, defeated it, and absorbed its soul.

I found Sam at the inn, and he still wanted to drink. It was New Year’s Eve, and a couple of drinks wouldn’t do any harm… right? What could possibly go wrong?

Turns out, I got completely smashed and woke up in a place I had never visited before. Some angry woman started yelling at me, calling me a drunken blasphemer, accusing me of making a mess, talking about a goat, and apparently I had fallen in love and wanted to marry someone.

So, with a massive hangover, I went to investigate what I had done the night before.
I turned out to have stolen a goat and sold it to a giant. :'D

What a great night. No regrets.
Happy New Year, Dragonborns!