Gather round children. Uncle Trystan has a story to share.
I was walking through the quaint province of skyrim with my faithful companion, Lydia. What a sweet young thing that one is, I might be marrying Her if I can locate the Amulet of Mara. Rather simple. Anyways, we came across a mine. We decided to venture onwards, Lydia proceeded to ask to stay within the safety of the outer part of the mine, we briefly exchanged our pleasentries and I preceeded inwards.
Inside this peculier cave, were two bandits, one of whom I shot with my bow whilst crouching, what fun that was. The other pursued me but my Sword made quick work of his head. I ventured forth, severel bandits met the sleek iron edge of my sword. One archer tasted my iron arrows. Quite literally, a quick headshot meant short work of this fellow. His body lay to ruins of the bridge on which he was perched. I was severely hoping for a large loot but unfortunately did not find anything that was worthwhile.
Onwords I swept, towards what I hoped was the last, large treasure room. I spotted a short passage to which I proceeded to travel on. It had numerous turns and traps. As I approached what I deemed to be the room, an opening was spotted. It was the exit to the mine.
I deemed myself a goner and emotionally swept up my bitter findings and left the mine, only stopping to mine two ore veins I spotted on the way out.
Sometimes you win in Skyrim, Sometimes you lose. This could be counted as either or.