Among the myriad pleasures to be found in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim – and there are many – the one that stands out the most came about 15 hours in. Crossing vast tundra covered in hardy-looking, rust-colored plants that convey the hostility of the climate, I noticed movement on a side of the plain. As I walked toward it, it hit me that I was looking at a giant, walking, no, better yet, herding two woolly mammoths. This strange and docile moment kept me transfixed. It also perfectly crystallizes the thrill of Skyrim: being wholly lost in a world that is a product of such careful imagination that, amidst all the dragons, dungeons, and wraiths, the inner logic of this astonishing game can produce a moment of such organic quietude.