Well, didn't make me cry, but was kind of sad. In skyrim. One of the most unlikely places. A dragon attack on the meadery. I and my trusted follower fought back, but I would have died if the dragon had not picked a guard to chew up and throw away. I absorbed the soul with pleasure, and blasted the dragon's corpse away. I dragged the guard's body all the way up to the gates of Whiterun, and laid down his sword, shield and helmet, along with an assortment of flowers, next to him. The gate guards bent down and said, "I'm going to find whoever did this." Now. the phrase Arrow In the Knee is old Nordic slang for settling down and getting married and having a family and such. Just imagine the heartbreak on the widow's face.