Greetings again dear reader. I have been making my way towards these Greybeards, finding myself in the midst of crossing over an enormous mountain. This level of height and cold I cannot describe as anything but unnatural. I am writing to you from outside the gates of the village from where I earlier escaped a dragon attack, and execution. As I approached, the area seemed calm and deserted, but as I came closer I saw a body displayed on a spear outside the gates - as you could imagine, dear reader, I am now quite concerned. Not long ago I encountered two bandits which I was forced to kill, along with the help of Lydia.
I suppose I should now give an account of my standing for combat. Currently I accompanied by Lydia, a companion gifted from the Jarl of Whiterun, whom I have previously mentioned, upon him declaring me a Thane, apparently a sort of honorable noble. She is a capable fighter with sword and bow, and pleasant enough company. I have attempted to have discussions of an intimate nature with her, but she will only talk business, for now.
I was also given a steel war axe enchanted with a burning spell by the Jarl, which I typically use with a fire spell in the other hand, thus compounding the damage for both. My bow is an ancient Nord piece, which refined at a grindstone in Whiterun.
I wear two pieces of armor I enchanted myself. The first is a piece is a helmet which increases my magic regeneration that I call the “Helm of Destruction,” as that is my primary school of magecraft. It was originally cast of iron with long, curling horns on each side. I must say, it does seem so much the right style for this place and the trials I am going through. I also use a piece of steal armor I enchanted to increase my health I call Breathrise. I am currently in Iron boots and occasionally use a shield which increases my magic resistance that I found in the wild. Perhaps in a future entry I will include a depiction of myself and my comrades, as I have some skill as an artist.
Before I leave, I must tell you, I was enraged to find a fine book on the art of combat among the bandits possessions. I assume the criminal vermin were incapable of reading it. I did not learn to read until a few years ago. Since then, finding and reading new books has brought me more pleasure than perhaps any other part of my journeys. To be entertained, inspired, educated, and given often knowledge about the skills I have needed to accomplish the things I have done! The joy!
I will end this rant and leave now to examine this village - wish me a safe return good reader! May your reading of this book bring you the pleasure I find in others!
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