22nd of Last Seed, 4E 201

Greetings dear reader. I am currently stored up in a small inn at the foot of the mountain on top which the greybeards sit (I forget its name, and am to embarrassed to ask). It is very nice to be inside by a warm fire - it is snowing and quite nasty here. It is quite a nice inn I must say, and there is a lute playing girl here who's neckline draws my eye very well - I complimented her on her playing, which elicited a nice giggle from her.

More seriously, reader, my suspicions proved entirely correct concerning the village - bandits had taken it over, and I was forced to fight through them as when I escaped the dragon. They did have some excellent ale among their things, which I enjoyed greatly, if a bit to quickly.

After fighting my way through the underground tunnels beneath the village, I made my way to this mountain. There was much excellent hunting along the way, and I had a very enjoyable time watching a pack of wolves hunt down a herd off elk.

I ultimately made my way to this town and started up the "7,000 steps," the path leading to where the greybeards live. I found the most interesting monuments along this path, which appear to tell the origin of men and dragons in this area, which I believe is where men first came to Tamriel.

Alas, I came across a Frost Troll, who apparently can regenerate its health, a power I was unable to overcome. I retreated back to the town, and will attempt to gain some better equipment and skills before attacking the beast again.

I have included two depctions of myself: one in full gear while climbing a mountain on the way here, and another of me relaxing in this very inn. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to go see what the lute girl's preferred drink is.