I love a good dungeon crawl. Plunging the depths of an ancient, forbidden place, unearthing its history, battling the evil denizens lurking within, and plundering their treasure. I also love that feeling of emerging back into the daylight, battered and bruised, levelled up, with a sack full of loot (and junk) to sell. You head to a cosy tavern in a nearby town, rest, regroup, and dump your spoils on the counter of some lucky merchant. It’s an important ritual in any good medieval fantasy RPG, including Skyrim.
