Kyne ' s Challenge : A Hunter ' s Companion / The Hunter ' s Lament Content . Aftermath and Regrouping The categorization and evaluation of the potency of every fearsome entity of Tamriel continues , but we walk the precipice ; our journey across the northern climates ended in tragedy , as one of our number was discovered ( too late ) to be hiding the filth of lycanthropy . It was only down to good fortune that my standing in Hammerfell allowed us to keep our heads , after the market town of Bergama bore witness to violence , and our Orc brother fell to the claw of Fenrig . Our hunt loses its focus , but new recruits shall beckon us down the right path . My hope is that this book charts our progress , the searching for the beasts of this land , the methods of slaying and harvesting them , the toils of the wilderness , the brevity of camp life , so that even an uppish Imperial may look down his nose at these rough notes and glean knowledge . We rededicate ourselves to completing Kyne ' s challenge — to stand erect in any tavern or street , hold aloft the freshly slain rabbit or recently severed troll head , and proudly exclaim to all that we are hunters ! We live off the bounty that nature provides , no matter the landscape . Our castles are caves and woodland glades ; our monasteries the moorland and mountain climbing at sun ’ s set . Those that read this parchment should expect to learn many of our secrets , for too many across this realm rely on others to kill , fetch , and prepare their food . Hark back to a life of subsistence ! And if you find yourself alone in the bewildering vastness of Tamriel ' s wilds ? Does a ghost , a snake , or a Daedra menace stalk you ? Then face it down without fear , using the knowledge I have imparted here ! Our path continues to be testing . The incursions of Daedra now appear almost daily , forcing our hands to our swords more often than tracking our prey . The three great alliances continue their bickering and politicking . But Kyne looks down on us with fondness . Her blessing is all our souls seek . — GRUNDVIK COLD - FIST Guildmaster of the Fighters Guild of Sentinel , Nord of Windhelm ; 19th of Mid Year , 2E 581 , Bergama , Hammerfell GRUNDVIK COLD - FIST . My ancestors farmed and fought to defend Eastmarch , and my soul will always be entwined in the thick stone walls of Windhelm , but I now swelter in Sentinel , tending to the youngsters that wish to perfect the art of combat . The guild allows this grand challenge , so I may explore these lands of Mundus , and better explain how to slay its great throng of creatures . This brings me closer to Kyne , who provides all my knowledge and safety . The hunt began , and shall end , with Ingjard by my side . Though her judgment has lacked of late , her loyalty is without question . My toleration for Elves , Orcs , and beast - men is well known , and I have two of the latter in my ranks ( although one watches at the request of my benefactor ) . Alas , a wound in my hand only allows me to write without pain , so the charcoal sketch work flows from the hand of Ingjard throughout this volume . ROGGVIR THE READY . Although Roggvir the Ready is known as the Protector of Rorikstead , the wounds inflicted by his brother Fenrig the Unsteady have not had time to heal : The body of Bashnag gro - Gorzoth is still to be burned in accordance with Orcish custom . But he joins us from Skyrim , to collect the ashes of his twin , and to offer his sorrow , talents , and fealty to make amends . I have sworn to kill both Ingjard and Roggvir with my bare hands if he too is afflicted with his brother ' s disease , but they both swear to Ysgramor he is not a beast . Under normal circumstances I would find Roggvir to be among the finest of hunters , warriors , and drinkers of our land . But the traitorous savagery of Fenrig still haunts us all . INGJARD STONE - HAND . Though a friend for many years and a tracker without equal , Ingjard has suffered with me since bringing that werewolf into our ranks . My anger with her has not subsided , but I am ready to forgive , as her mistake is weighing heavily on her conscience . Instead of stewing , let me concentrate on her talents : She can track an ice wraith in a snowdrift . Her arrows seem destined to strike their targets ( A feat all the more impressive , as she hides one mangled hand inside a gauntlet ) . The famed hunter Holgunn One - Eye seeks her out first when snow bears are to be culled , While my wounds heal , she has agreed to add her artistry with the charcoal to these pages . FOOTFALLS - IN - SNOW . I never thought I ' d see the day when an Argonian was my most trusted associate . But this lizard has proven his worth throughout the exploits across northern Tamriel . He eats like a thin chicken . He skins slaughtered prey like a Whiterun butcher . He fires a bow like a Bosmer . And he takes orders like a conscript . Armory Sergeant Belderi Llenim ' s letter of reference was entirely accurate . I wish to scrub my earlier description of him as a " Boot " ; although he cannot go one sentence without mentioning a babbling brook or mighty oak tree , and his pets annoy all that step on them , his expertise and demeanor are first rate . His knowledge of Black Marsh shall be critical . Now , if only I could teach him to swig mead like a proper Nord , and not a dainty High Elf . SCUTTLER AND YOUNG SALTY . Somehow , the Argonian has managed to gather two pests on his travels ( though he regards them with fondness , referring to them as familiars ) . They scuttle and skedaddle about his feet , while they get under everyone else ' s boots . Scuttler is a small lizard found in Morrowind that loves to nip at fingers . Young Salty is a mudcrab that adores snapping at toes . Together , they will be soon for the cooking pot . NAMASUR AT - HAMISAM . A newcomer to our merry band , and a diplomat that helped ensure our altercation in Bergama didn ' t escalate into arrests and abject groveling before King Fahara ' jad . Not that he worships the ruler of Hammerfell , as Namasur is an Ash ' abah , a desert marauder from the Alik ' r foothills . His skills are more than mouthed pleasantries ; he is supremely skilled with the spear and scimitar , and professes a great deal of knowledge about Daedra ; indeed , he left his tribe to observe and slay as many of Oblivion ' s horde as possible , as well as to stalk a lich that wronged him . I have no hesitation in welcoming him , especially as he seems capable of ending quarrels with great wit and artfulness ; his friendship with Kishra - do seems proof enough of this . KISHRA - DO . It pains me to permit Kishra - do to accompany us , but after our recent and violent embarrassment , her insistence that she do so to ensure her master ' s ingredients aren ’ t scattered across Mundus has been met with little protest . Kishra - do acts as the pet for the trade elder Zagun - ra , a well - to - do merchant ( and our benefactor ) from the settlement of Dune , and her aloofness may yet cause animosity from the more jovial members of our pack . She is formidable with her daggers , having been rescued from the life of a pit fighter , but seems content to write on our ingredients ledger . Still , our trek through Elsweyr is eased by her presence . I was surprised to see her friendship with Namasur , as she is normally as emotionally cold as a naked swim in the Sea of Ghosts .