I didn’t have anything to forge and I could always use the money, so I headed to the Blue Palace to offer my services to the Jarl as a veteran of over a hundred conflicts. Embers and sparks tend to fly when you work the forge, and I don’t want to burn off any semblance of hair I have left, after all.Īfter my shopping was complete, I decided to try for something different. I bought a heavy white shirt and black apron, work pants, and a simple black cloth to wrap around my head. I decided I needed a decent set of smithing clothes in addition to the simple green tunic I traveled in. Just across the street from the Winking Skeever is a shop called Radiant Raiment that sells clothing of all kinds. We survived, and we did what we did because we were forced to…right?Īfter I shrugged off the effects of another restless night, I ate my breakfast in my room with the groceries I bought the day before and then made my out into town. I remember feeling ashamed as I drifted through it all, but underneath it, a faint streak of pride cutting through. Bloody battles that were won through savage tactics…brutality on a level that no mortal should ever witness, let alone commit. All around me, I saw ghouls from my past. I felt emptiness as I drifted through a great void.

I think maybe I deserve it… The details escape my grasp, but I remember a little from my dream.

The part that terrifies me most, though, is that I think I’m okay with that. Sometimes I fear I will never recover…never get past these dreams that haunt me from my past.

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