Pardon me for writing this here, but I kind of felt like leaving more than a comment. Rather a sort of what I see and feel from the image alone. I hope you do not mind it across the images good sir. Feel free to tell me if it's not good . Oh and i made sure to leave it as vague as possible.
"...The bitter cold of the north pierces through the armor as the fire lit just in arm's reach is enough to ward it from the Khajiit. His eyes looking deep into the fire, thinking of all the events that led up to this moment. His friend no longer here, he feels the cloud of loneliness in his heart. 'Why did it happen?' he asked himself. 'Could Lydia still of been here?' he thought. All he could remember from that moment was the burden she carried thrown over his shoulders two folds. The weight of his actions and his legend were getting heavier by the minute. He watched the fire crackle intensely. He held his helmet close and started to drift to a light nap. Whispering 'Where have thou gone to?'..."