Fahmi Munjid of Alik'r - Part 1

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    Sundas, 17th of Last Seed

    This strange frozen land has been nothing but horrid luck since we've passed by its icy coastline... well to be fair, the sailors did state that the Sea of Ghosts would be the worse part of venture. None of it matters now anyway, the unexpected jagged rocks north of Winterhold tore our ship apart mercilessly. My brothers and sisters found the Far Shore, as I hung on to a floating portion of our ship. There's no reason I should have survived.

    No reason I knew anyways, I must have went into a deep sleep, as next thing I remember, I am east of Riften with the mutilated body of a tundra hunter.

    He must have saved me, but unfortunately he couldn't saved himself from whatever attacked him. I stumbled over to the infamous cesspool by the name of Riften. Couldn't hardly believe, it actually lived up to its name. As soon as I come close to the gate, a guard tries to shake me down for gold pieces. I think my frustrated and loud voice must have spooked him as he soon allowed me to enter, as long as I kept my voice down.

    Upon entering the town, I headed directly to the tavern and pleaded for a room for a couple of weeks while I recover and figure out where to move from here. My leftover gold amount was too little but she ensured that I can stay if I also assisted her with gathering firewood. Could hardly say no, its a warm bed for now.