Thanks for the info <| sep |> Was fighting the dreaded frost troll by High Hrothgar and had run back farther down the trail in hopes I could lose it . Despite my efforts it had followed me down , forcing me to engage it in a duel . Miraculously , a pilgrim on the road aided me in my fight and drove the troll to the edge of the cliff and literally knocked it off , sending the troll to its apparent demise . Feeling great joy I did my business with the Greybeards and gave Klimmeks supplies to them , as that ' s a good source of coin early on , and began my return voyage . Strangely when I had returned to Ivarstead , Klimmek was dead as shit with a couple guards as well . Needless to say this was a crisis and I could feel a biting sense of depression and mystery arising . As I recovered from this tragedy in Ivarstead , assuming a dragon as the suspect , I walked back to Whiterun only to have a frost troll pop back out and absolutely shit in my mouth . I ' m talking full on rape of my orifices giving me no chance to retaliate . This faggot had somehow survived his fall , possibly landing in the river near Ivarstead , and fucked a beautiful town up causing intense emotional pain for me . If that wasn ' t enough , it hid from me and proceeded to maul my character . Never have I felt such pain from a game than this . TLDR Pilgrim fucks troll , troll fucked gravity , troll fucks Ivarstead , troll fucks me