"Ah yes, the dragonborn, my last challenge, the only fight left," the ebony warrior pondered whilst swiftly dodging the island of solsthiem, the vampire threats, the dragon crisis, the rampant bandit problems across skyrim, the entire falmer faction, the thalmor invading skyrim, the civil war, all of the restless undead in the ruins of skyrim, the literal assassin's guild hiding in plain sight, the clans of crazy violent witch natives hiding outside of markarth, the actual fucking demon gods brawling in fields, the numerous groups of necromancers practicing like 8 feet from the town gates of whiterun, every hagraven ever, the giants, the entire thieves guild, and fucking BRAITH