36 hours in, and I find myself atop a snow-covered peak in the far north of Skyrim, perched on my proud steed (best 1,000 gold pieces I’ve ever spent) and looking out on a gorgeous vista of woods, lakes and mountains. I’m slightly lost, the weather has come down, with a nasty blizzard starting to blow, and there are a couple of deadly sabre-cats prowling around down below the treeline.

Problem is, as well as my horse – to whom I’ve grown quite attached after our numerous adventures – I’ve also ended up with a dog called Meeko in tow. I found him out in the wilderness, sitting by his dead master’s bed in a little hut in the middle of nowhere.