25th of Last Seed, 4E 201

Alkosh's name, it has been the busiest day. I am very tired. I have made my way to the strong and prosperous city Solitude, home fortress of the Imperial legion. Upon entering, I came upon a man being executed, apparently for helping Ulfric (or is it Ulfrich? Knowing these Nords, it is probably Ulfrighchkequhzc or the like) escape custody. He is by all reports a good man, and claimed to only be following the Nord custom in accepting kings by duel. While I understand his thinking, can he not see this is why Skryim still languishes behind the rest of the Empire? Law defeats tradition – that is the way of this world.

On my way here, I came across a town where a fire had taken place, killing a woman and her daughter. The Jarl of the town asked me to investigate, as according to rumor, the husband likely started the fire, and has since run off with another woman, Alva. I met her along the road - most unsettling woman.

On a more lighthearted note, is it not interesting, dear reader, being a traveler among sedentary people? For example, every town I enter refers to their leader as "the Jarl" - not “a Jarl,” but “the.” I often find my thinking “why would [the Jarl in the last town] do such a thing?” It is a confusing life. But I do love it.

I have just finished the most excellent book, "The Legend of Red Eagle." At first I thought it a fairly rudimentary tale of politics and war - but it became an engrossing story of the origins of Morrowind and man's inability to estimate his own limits. It is a good thing I am not tempted beyond my abilities - Khajit are known for their humility.

Inside Solitude, I had the most uncomfortable conversation. I began talking to an Argonian named Jaree-something. As it turned out, he was some sort of criminal vagabond. He asked me to extinguish a nearby lighthouse, hoping this would wreck an incoming ship so that he and others could loot it. I am disgusted by the premise of law-breaking... but yet intrigued by his offer. It is a simple enough thing, and he promises no one would be hurt. Should I do what he asks? I hate to leave business unfinished.

Alas it is again goodbye reader. I have much to think about. Hopefully by my next writing, I will be able to inform you on my attempts to join the Legion, investigate a murder, and loot a ship. I told you I was busy!

Oh, I almost forgot, how rude of me. In the murder-town (yes, not the best name), I was asked to brawl with a local bruiser called Benor - he assumed through his size he could beat me. Reader, do not challenge a Khajit to fight unarmed. Using my claws I was able to easily best him, and have since taken him into my service. I sent Lydia home, and now have a more powerful, if less pleasant to look at, companion. He is also... considerably less witty – but that swing of a warhammer more than makes up for it.

I think I shall include a picture of he atop a small mountain I recently climbed - ah, listen to me, I have been here to long! Small mountain...