So Lydia and myself set off, collecting all of the ingot we could find, helping me to raid dungeons, kill bandits, slamming the brand-new Warhammer through wolves and bears that I purchased for her. I figured, why not? Skyrim is a big place, and having a back up companion would be useful. After I became Thane and purchased Breezehome, as I desperately needed some place to put my loot, Lydia was then given to me as my Housecarl. This is where I first truly discovered how important and meaningful the companions are in Skyrim, and how they can truly be your best friends in this universe. I did so, and he recognized my importance of being Dragonborn. He seemed like an honest man, and I wanted to help. I eventually did some favors for the Jarl of Whiterun. Not for any real reason, but I wanted to level up my Heavy Armor and Smithing. I made my way to Whiterun, and I continued my usual business, and not really approaching the main quest. For the first several hours, it was me in my Imperial Armor, just beating the shit out of things. I had this mindset when I went into Skyrim. I'm not a fan of co-op at all, and multiplayer is something I've been disinterested in for quite some time now, except for the occasional two-week oddity, such as Bulletstorm. When it comes to videogames as well as real life, I prefer to be alone for the most part.

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