Why can a chicken, or worse yet a
dragonfly stop me dead in my tracks? It would seem the Dragonborn has very little mass.
Why can't I make a bow?
Why, if there are so many Dunmer farmers on their way to Windhelm or Solitude to join whichever one they believe in, aren't there more of them enlisted?
Why is it that nobody does anything for themselves & always asks or tells the Dragonborn to do it? "Find me some plants whilst I stand here and rake dirt!" "Find the lever to open the gate whilst I stand here and yell at you to find it!". I like doing misc quests but going out looking for 20 ingredients that can sometimes be hard to find to get rewarded with some steel gauntlets annoys the hell out of me, I risked my life trying to save some guys family & he rewards me with a book. A FRIKKIN BOOK.
Not only that, but why can't I get some bloody recognition?! I'm the Archmage/Harbinger/Guildmaster/Listener and NOBODY NOTICES. I just whooped Alduin's behind. You know, the dragon that was supposed to end the world? You're welcome.
Why are the guards able to tell, just by looking at me, what I'm particularly skilled at?
Why, if I commit a crime in the middle of nowhere, does everyone in the entire region seem to know? Even if I took out that last pesky witness? Which was A CHICKEN!