From here on out I will have a standardized name, dumb of me to name the blog titles different :P, sorry this took so long too. I didn't get much skyrim playing done. Here's a small two day stint. Next time it'll hopefully be bigger. (Also figured out that I should never post blog posts on IE, it messes up the formatting :P)

20th of Last Seed, 4E 201

Dear Beloved,

When I awoke, I left the inn and stumbled across a couple who were arguing. Hearing snippets of the conversation, I learned that something was lost. I spoke to the man out of sympathy, and he explained that bandits had stolen his father’s sword. I assured him that if I came across it, I would return it to him.

I decided to visit Gerdur and Ralof once again. I killed two wolves on my way to Riverwood – I suppose hunting must have taken a back-seat to the political issues. I know you would find it strange how violent they have become. Still, their pelts are useful.

When I arrived in Riverwood, I spoke with Ralof and his sister about the war and what they thought was the reason for worship of Talos being banned, and decided to do some menial woodcutting for Gerdur and Hod in the lumbermill. Have to keep my strength up, almost every day in my trial of solitude involved chopping firewood.

I went to the smithy, and learned the blacksmith’s name was Alvar. He taught me how to work a forge, commenting that I was a natural at it and that he should consider hiring me as his assistance.

I waved off his praise and thanked him for his lessons. I made my own comfortable. It felt good to pick up something as useful as this now that I am no longer alone. I smelted down the old scavenged armor and made my own comfortable studded leather armour, it fits me much better than what I had picked up in Helgen. I said my goodbyes and made my way back to Whiterun, nightfall quickly approaching upon the horizon.

The moon had risen her pale face accompanied by the stars again, and I paid for another night of rest in the Bannered Mare.

21st of Last Seed, 4E 201

Dear Beloved,

As I left my room for another day, I met a travelling Wood Elf. He seemed friendly enough, and noticing the way I had made my own equipment, offered to teach me Elven Smithing. Honoured, I took up his offer immediately and paid attention to his every word.

He was an interesting person. I told him about you - your respects to nature and what you do for a living, he enjoyed in particular. He remarked that he would enjoy your company. He chuckled and added that I didn’t have to pay for my lessons, which I found very generous considering there's a war going on and smiths must be a very busy occupation.

He left as quickly as he came into my life, and as I sit here writing, I ponder where it is he will go next. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, but I thought you would enjoy the idea that an Elf complimented you.

Love,

Wuulfräd