Kyne ' s Challenge : A Hunter ' s Companion / Embarkation Content . Invocation and Merriment . Our time of strife and troubles blankets the land in fear . They say the dead rise to claim Cyrodiil . That Daedra intrusions grow common . Within a year , Molag Bal will be baying at the gates of Whiterun . But there is much merriment and tradition to be had in Tamriel . Nords fear no trespasser into the nine holds . Our mead is envied by all men and mer . And our wilderness is abundant with life to hunt for amusement or necessity . But what of the loathsome and the monstrous far from our fields of heather , away from the White ? I am astonished when a recruit from Elden Root hasn ’ t the knowledge to proficiently hunt a snow bear . And I worry our Nord cubs would face a wamasu of Black Marsh without proper guidance of its more dangerous defenses . Our libraries are filled with histories , but what of tomes less musty , and more beneficial to our current predicament ? Naturally , Kyne provided the answers . A challenge to test the finest huntsmen : A volume of parchment to attest to the ferociousness of our prey , and the capabilities of our company . We seek one example of every beast that roams through Mundus , whether imbecilic or guileful , tracked to their lair , and brought down by our cunning . Artistry most fine shall accompany the depictions of our actions and the ferocity of our quarry . The gift of fine hides or warm innards will be gathered and offered for sale to trade elder Zagun - ra ( our benefactor ) , who pays for the printing and distribution of this knowledge . What if we encounter creatures unnatural or cursed ? They too shall be dismissed with a similar vigor , as if Kyne herself had summoned them . Our journey may be fraught . The armies of revenants seek to choke and turn our livelihoods to darkness . The politics of the three great alliances may threaten our freedom . But Kyne ’ s light shines on . Let us teach you preparedness , and the skills of survival . And the benefits of a mug of Frost River mead . — GRUNDVIK COLD - FIST Guildmaster of the Fighters Guild of Sentinel , Nord of Windhelm ; 4th of First Seed , 2E 578 , Riften GRUNDVIK COLD - FIST . I hail from Windhelm , but currently oversee the Fighters Guildhall in Sentinel , in the baking sun of Hammerfell . I am fortunate , then , to have been given this grand challenge , where I can return to the lands of my youth , where I am closer to Kyne . My bestiary is to serve the Guild , as our methods of hunting may help my brothers and sisters facing the monstrous of Tamriel . I hunt with my trusted Ingjard , and select brethren , chosen to further our forays across Mundus . My paths are well traveled , and I tolerate Orcs , Elves , and other beast - men . I prefer finesse over force , the company of bards , and enjoy both hand - drawn art as well as hand - forged axes . But my artistry and wordsmithing does not diminish my ferociousness with a blade , as my foes have found , to their cost . FENRIG THE UNSTEADY . I have knowledge of Fenrig ’ s brother Roggvir the Ready ( the protector of Rorikstead ) . But I was surprised to learn of his twin , Fenrig . My trusted companion Ingjard remarked on the considerable talents of both siblings , when tracking or violently performing with an axe . Alas , Roggvir is indisposed , but Ingjard ’ s recommendation convinced me to bring Fenrig and his war dogs into our fold . The fellow seems strangely gloomy and reserved , keen to speak only about how he tracks wild animals through swamp and snow . During these festivities in Riften , his actions perplex me ; he declines to partake in mead . Is he ill ? FANG AND MAULER . Fenrig brings with him two feisty familiars : his war dogs . They are fiercely loyal and usually by his feet . Judging by their coats and faces , these are more wolf than dog . Mauler ’ s temperament seems relatively docile ; he is oblivious to the festivities and content to slobber on a large bone of marrow . Fang , however , seems skittish ; she stays by her master flashing a distrusting look and sharp teeth , growling at the Argonian . INGJARD STONE - HAND . My trusted friend and an exceptional tracker , Ingjard has recently returned from a month of hunting across the Velothi Mountains with the formidable Holgunn One - Eye . Not only are her arrows true and her axes sharp , but her paintings of Skyrim are most pleasing to the eye . These skills are all the more impressive as she is beset with only one good hand ( the other hidden inside a gauntlet , mangled after defending herself from a werewolf ) . Clad in furs , with a row of daggers across her chest , Ingjard clanks mead mugs with Skald kings , murders trolls before breakfast , and has her art hanging from the rafters of Dragonsreach . I am proud to call her my friend . FOOTFALLS - IN - SNOW . This Argonian Boot professes to be a spell - sword of some repute , and comes with a letter of reference from Armory Sergeant Belderi Llenim of the Mournhold Guildhall , but I have little reason to trust this lizard . He rasps in a singsong voice , speaks in nature allegories , and sips his mead like an Imperial . He swears he is here to learn the ways of the Nord hunter , and has promised to provide safe passage through Black Marsh and much of southern Tamriel . The Orc and Fenrig ’ s dogs have already taken a dislike to him . I have reserved my judgment , as his skill with a skinning knife is ruthlessly competent . BASHNAG GRO - GORZOTH . A fellow member of the Fighters Guild , he is an impressively bulky Orc , favoring a cladding of the heaviest armor even on the most sweltering of days . He takes to hammering mead down his gullet like a slaughterfish to water . Although one would favor a slobbering troll over this specimen when attempting delicate diplomacy with a Dunmer , if you wish something to be struck so hard the crack can be heard in Oblivion , using a mace that a giant would have trouble wielding , seek out this Orc . Usually the picture of jocularity , Bashnag is no simpleton , and boasts blood kinship to the blacksmiths of King Kurog of Orsinium . He certainly hits harder than any man or mer I ’ ve met before . KISHRA - DO . A somewhat aloof Khajiit , hailing from the trading settlement of Dune in distant Elsweyr . She is the House Cat of trade elder Zagun - ra , a powerful merchant ( and our benefactor ) who also resides there . A formidable assassin by all accounts , Kishra - do seems to have an air of irritation about us Nords : Perhaps it is the weather ? She carries a variety of satchels and daggers , and wears leathers to accentuate her natural feline litheness . I have witnessed her slit a giant from ear to toe ; the lumberer was dead before he realized his attacker had pounced . She now acts as a courier and collector of ingredients , returning intermittently to gather the spoils of our hunt .