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19th of Last Seed
I'm starting to notice a pattern here with wolves and any kind of overgrown off-road area. On the plus side, I now have even more ingredients for poi-uh, utterly innocuous alchemical mixtures which in no way will instantly kill someone when applied to a blade or arrow.
So, today I decided to make my way to Whiterun, the Hold capital. Alvor, the blacksmith was quite insistent that with a murderous black dragon flying around, Riverwood was, not to put to fine a point on it, fucked. And he's quite right. I mean, they have some walls, but as far as I can see the only person around the village with any viable combat experience is Faendal, and if a dragon happens to attack while he's off stalking the merchant's sister, Camilla Valerius, as he seems wont to do, then everyone is gonna die.
I mean, everyone will probably die anyway. I doubt that dinky hunter's bow he is using is going to cut it against a giant, heavily armoured lizard. But he might just distract the dragon long enough for everyone else to jump in the river.
Where mudcrabs will probably kill them. Those mudcrabs can be pretty vicious.
So, I took the path north to Whiterun, narrowly avoiding an Imperial patrol with prisoner in tow. According to Alvor, Whiterun Hold is neutral in the civil war, but apparently the Legion didn't get that memo. Anyway, I followed the patrol at a safe distance, so any more wolves would have to fight them instead of me. Alas, no more appeared, so I made do with current stash and strolled into town.
And it is an actual town. With all that passes for Nord civilization, such as a tavern, and a shop, and an alchemist. And some sort of sweetroll based crime-wave, going by what the guards had to say. And depressingly high prices, a sure sign that you've found yourself in a city. You would not believe what they're charging here for a room, or hiring a carriage. It's got to be at least 10 times what it would cost back in Cyrodiil. Simply scandalous.
After the Jarl's Dunmer Housecarl very nearly threatened to attack me, I gave the Jarl a...somewhat edited version of events in Helgen which did not include yours truly in chains. And in return, he gave me a gem. Which I sold for an abysmally low price because, well, Skyrim. And then the Jarl introduced me to his "court wizard", a curiously arrogant and monotone individual by the name of Farengar. Yet another individual who wants me to go delving into this Bleak Falls Barrow place...although, I will say in defence of Lucan and Camilla, they didn't sneer down their nose at me while asking me to do this.
Don't you worry Farenger, I've got some poison of arcane disjunction with your name on it. And, once applied, we're going to sit down and have a little chat about that "your betters" crack. Oh yes.
At least the local alchemist has proven useful, when not diagnosing me with everything from ataxia to corprus. I offloaded quite a few potions on her, and she seems to have plenty more money to spend.
So, everyone seems intent on sending me to this Barrow place. I guess I should probably do it, since if I don't the Jarl will probably do something horrible to me and hang my corpse as incentive to the next fool he and his pet wizard rope into their schemes. But I'm going to do it on my terms. I need people who know something about undead. Based on my scant knowledge, silver and fire are always useful but the problem is
a) I have no silver, and
b) I'm not a mage
I could chop wood for fifty months straight, and by then I'd probably have the money to purchase a silver weapon, but by then half of Skyrim may well have burnt down. I have three possible leads I'm considering:
1) Markarth has a silver mine, which is apparently hiring. Plus side: Markarth is apaprently built in the shell of an old Dwemer city and so, unlike Whiterun, Riverwood or probably most of the rest of Skyrim, not flammable in case of dragon attack. Downside: apparently a big bandit problem, Breton tribes or something...carrying silver out of the borders will make me a target.
2) Winterhold. Has a Mage's college. I did some contract work for the College of Whispers, back in Cyrodiil, "acquiring" unusual alchemical ingredients and similar, no doubt the College of Winterhold is similar. Downside: mages are insane. Every last one of them. Also, it's at the very arse-end of Skyrim away from here. In a frozen, desolate waste.
3) Riften. Apparently lots of work, for anyone willing to get their hands dirty. And since I haven't washed in almost a week, I think I qualify. On the downside, lots of ways for other people who don't mind getting their hands dirty to profit off your hard work.
I think I may stick around here for a short while, maybe get some supplies to keep my weapons and armour in decent condition, upgrade my iron arrows for steel ones and see if there is any easy work available. Also a horse, to replace poor, cruelly eaten Horsey. Yes, that would be a good idea.