She walked Sihja up to the wall. The text flickered. New words appeared.
She created her character: a Breton named Sihja. She always picked Breton for the magic resistance. She didn’t know why. Just habit.
The wall text changed a third time.
Then the text changed one last time, letter by agonising letter.
The cursor blinked.
She pressed Alt+F4.
She clicked the magnet link.
She spun Sihja in a circle. The road to Riverwood was empty. No wolves, no travellers. The pine needles hung motionless. Even the creek had stopped its ambient babble.