After returning the golden claw to its rightful owner I left Riverwood for the second time and made my way northeast, along the banks of a river. The environmental effects in Skyrim are truly impressive. The sun cast a glare on the water as I walked along the banks and the river churned, bubbled and held a constant flow.
On my way to the city (or at least the very large town) of Whiterun, I purchased a horse from a stable owner and his son and rode my new friend up to Whiterun's gates. The city sat impressively on a hill, with a small village sitting on the lower part; above it all stood a walled-off upper part of the city, which held its castle. It was like something out of Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings.
