So uh...I'm not sure how it happened or why it happened but somehow I got caught up with one of the Daedric Princes. I mean I just stopped in an inn in Whiterun to have a pint, got caught up in a drinking contest with some guy who turned out to be Sanguine and he lead me on a wild night of debauchery and...things I don't want to contemplate and left me to wake up somewhere in the Rift. I'm just....flabbergasted that Lydia said and did nothing to stop me. So to atone for myself, I've become a Companion. And they're werewolves. Starting to think having my head cut off might not have been a bad thing. Also thinking about going home to the Black Marsh. A forced marriage isn't that bad...is it?