She found some steps in the same room leading up to a loft type area. A bedroom, with a shrine of Akatosh himself, the first being, he who came before the others sitting on a shelf above the bed. She was so tired, she still had that headache too, she still couldn’t remember what happened before she woke up in that cave. She laid her weapons up against the wall to the open end of the loft. She then loosened her armor, and let it fall on the floor, she walked over to the wardrobe, found several robes, she selected one and pulled it over her head and laid down to let sleep and her dreams take her to happier places.
She thought she had woken up. There was an old man dressed in priest clothing sitting at the chair near her bed. He watched her as she sat up and then he said, “Tomorrow, travel into the surrounding lands. Survey what betrayal has taken place by those who were supposed to be part of the past golden age. Come to know how they left the land shattered and the people lost to a war of useless slaughter.” He paused, she wondered, “who is this priest that has come into this home, into my bedroom?”
She was distressed by this priest or whatever he was. She then noticed he seemed to sense her discomfort, “Know that you are safe here with me, my time is short, I can only stay a short while but will always be listening, waiting if you need me, or us. We are all here for you. Trust in the nine.”
He pondered something then spoke again, “After returning from the day prepare yourself for a journey. Go to Ivarstead, then take the seven thousand steps up to the ancestral home of the Greybeards. There you will begin your discovery of who you are and why you are here. There, you will begin to know the blessings we have left upon you. “
He was silent for a moment then began again, “Know you this is not without precedence. In the age before, there was one who came before you. In that sacred place of knowledge and learning you will find a book. It is the only one left. It will have the words of her story, her sacrifice, her destiny from that past golden age. Know that you and she are linked, you are part of their story now.”
He paused again, then stood up and said, “Rest now our daughter, sleep in comfort and peace this night for you will need it to bear witness to what has befallen this land and its peoples. Know that we are always here, if you need us, call on us.”
She was now waking up, her headache nearly gone, she felt refreshed, alive, and ready for whatever the day would bring. She got up and changed back into her armor, then strapped her weapons on. Then she saw the chair, the memories of her dreams came roaring into her thoughts. She was nearly overwhelmed by the impact of its message and nearly swooned into darkness as the emotions almost took her away.
She recovered from that memory, stored it away for now. She knew she needed to get started to have time to scout the lands around Whiterun. It was time for her to discover what happened here.