Awaken some time later...

You awaken on the wooden table sometime later, the heavily smoke stained ceiling of the barracks is the first thing you see as you open your eyes, you also notice the commotion from outside the building has stopped, no more screams or shouting and thankfully no more thunderous draconic roars. With a groan you gingerly pull yourself up into a sitting position, swing your legs over the side of the table and look down at yourself. Most of your body is now covered with a thin coating of dried semen, raising a hand to your face you learn that there is more across your face and even more caked into your long red hair.

  A muttered curse passes your lips as you clamber down off the table and study the room around you, the barracks looks nearly the same as it had when you entered, save for the debris on the floor from the table you were on and the scattered furniture.  Your eyes come to a halt on the half open door leading outside, the sky is visible through it and the twilight hues of painted across it tell you that several hours must have passed since you passed out.

   You mutter another curse as you begin looking around for something to cover yourself with, after a moment you find the cheap cotton pants you had been wearing, but your shirt was nearly beyond repair, what with the massive rip down the entire front it now sported and the best you can do is tie the sides of the rip together, the result still displaying a large portion of your breasts. You turn your attention to searching the room and after a few minutes you come across a small chest half hidden under one of the beds, upon opening it you find an iron sword, a large piece of dried fish and a half dozen of lock picks, stuffing the picks into a pocket you stride to the door and devouring the fish hungrily you peer out at the empty village.

   The village looks deserted and there are several damaged buildings and piles of rubble visible from where you stand, the only thing you can see moving within the village is the smoke, a few thin columns drifting still skyward from some of the larger piles of rubble.  Cautiously you take a step out the barracks and take a long searching look up at the sky, but see nothing save a few twinkling stars and some wispy clouds in the distance to the west. Turning to face north you start walking, as an elf your eyes were better than any humans and for your kind there were a few hours of usable light left and only an idiot would want to sleep in the ruined village, even if the dragon didn’t come back an imperial patrol would eventually show up.

   The journy north, though cold and boring had been blessedly uneventful, eventually you round a turn in the road and see the lights of a village perhaps a mile ahead, a sigh of relief passes your lips, you had spent the last three hours walking, heading north away from Helgen.  You had detected the scent of snow on the wind earlier and had definitely not been looking forward to spending the remainder of the evening huddling under a tree or taking shelter in a dank cave.    When you arrive at the village outskirts you spend a long moment looking the place over, save for a ruined barrow just outside town and the large lumber mill standing at the very edge of the river it looked like a typical enough nord village, with several thatched roofed stone walled cottages surrounding a few larger buildings, likely an inn and the shops of the local merchants.

   You approach at the inn and shove open it’s heavy wooden door, from inside warmth, firelight and the sound of voices spill out into the night, stepping inside and shoving the door closed behind you glance around the room and then head towards the barman, an inn is a haven for travelers and villagers alike, making him the person most likely to have knowledge of any work for you in the village. It had been hours since you had eaten that piece of fish and you were growing hungry again not to mention tired.  There is a fat nord sitting at the bar him and the bartender leer as you approach them, a flush stains your cheeks as you remember the barely fastened shirt you wore and just how much of your breasts it left visible.  

   Upon hearing that you are looking for work the barman gestures you towards a nervous looking Imperial he calls Lucan, who is seated at one of the tables near the fireplace, beside you the fat nords leer grows even wider as he runs his eyes up and down your body “I have some work you can do Sweetheart” he tells you laughing drunkenly and clutching at his groin “I’d pay a hundred gold a night for that ass.”  Ignoring him you make your way over to Lucan and sit down opposite him, after some prompting he tells you that thieves had stolen an ornate golden claw of some kind from his shop and had fled into the barrow you had spied outside town, Lucan tells you the place is named Bleak Falls Barrow and claims it is infested with an aggressive zombielike creature he calls draugr.  He tells you that that it is his fear of these draugr that has kept him from going after the claw himself but offers you a 500 gold reward for the return of the stolen claw. 

You sit silently for a long time after Lucan finishes, staring into the hearth fires thoughtfully as your churned, examining the situation from every angle, as near as you could see it you had few options left.
You could earn the most gold by risking the most danger; going after the golden claw
You could accept the drunken nords offer of bed sport for a much smaller payment
You could attempt to break into a house or shop and steal the needed funds
You could head further north & pray that you can find work & that you don’t starve to **** along the way.