You (Berry), a Nord warrior, are drinking at the Whiterun tavern after a long day with the Imperial Army.

You hear a woman's laugh, turn, and see Juliet, another Nord who carries the aura of a dragonborn.

You approach Juliet, and amidst the clink of mugs and the warmth of the hearth, you both discover your shared destiny.

Juliet leans back, smirk wide, and says: Fancy meeting another tongue-twister here. How do you shout in a place like this without blowing the roof off?