The Journal of Sjvorn Torbikssen
Middas, 17th of Last Seed – Noon
I stopped at the small mining town of Kynesgrove for lunch. It’s on the edge of this horribly barren land full of stinking waters that smell of sulfur. But the warm waters have the effect that this place is already warmer. I don’t have to worry about freezing to death for once…just bandits.
Middas, 17th of Last Seed – Evening
I’m waiting for the sun to set. I arrived at the cave, where Brunwulf said the bandits were. I’m nervous – what if I freeze like before. The old woman still haunts me. She won’t be around to save me this time. It’s all on me.
Travel here wasn’t bad – there were the odd wastelands and I saw a giant’s camp, but I’m not so stupid as to mess with giants. You couldn’t pay me enough to tangle with a giant. I’ve heard they can knock a Nord straight into the sky with a single blow. I was attacked by a wolf on the way, but it wasn’t that bad, must have been rabid to stray so close to the road though, so it’s probably for the best.
I saw ruins too, but I remember when I found ruins in the mountains, filled with yetis. No way am I going to be stupid and go exploring there. There’s an imperial camp nearby. I wonder why they haven’t cleared out the bandits. Probably waiting for the stormcloaks to do it. I saw some on patrol, but they didn’t bother me since I’m not a stormcloak…yet.
Well, the light is fading so I’m going get ready to head inside.
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