Journal of Avidius the Wood Elf 3: The Injustice of Nords

• Posted by Morning Mist Hanrui March 22, 2012 - 822 views

  
  I’ve tried so hard... It cannot all be in vain!
  
  I left Riverwood some weeks ago. The last straw was Lucan. I was trying to make some business with him, when he asked me about The Golden Claw. He described it as a wonderful, precious thing. He knew where it was and would pay for me if I’d get it for him. I was obviously interested: if it was costly enough I would take it to some more wealthy merchant to sell.

  
  Lucan even sent Camilla to show me the way. Of course she turned back soon enough. That wasn’t enough to wake my suspicion. I eagerly journeyed up to the mountain, and the bright morning turned into foggy snow storm. The harsh wind was whirling right through my fancy new clothes. I would definitely need some fur coat.
  

  That was least of my problems as a first arrow flew over my shoulder. I froze. Crazy yelling bandit woman was already firing second arrow as I understood to take cover. There were two other bandits running down the stares of that ugly old barrow with their maces swinging. I must say I’ve never run so fast. I was partly flying, partly sliding down that mountain.
  
  I was considering stopping by at Lucas for the last time, and tell him that he should hire an army if he wanted to recover that Claw. I was going nowhere near again. But then again, maybe he had some reason to get me killed, and I didn’t want to give him a second chance. I bet he was just afraid the competition!
  
  It took a day to walk to Whiterun. The road was clear, I only met some wolfs along the way. I can take a wolf down, I am a Bosmer after all. Shooting arrows was the only pass time we had back home. And I rather shoot towards animals than rival tribe. The animal gets you better skins to barter.
  
  I was hoping things would get better while staying in Whiterun. It seemed a lively town with many merchants. But these Nords are just impossible to barter with! They act as there was a fixed price for everything! No mather what I try, I always end up with less I started with... I know I'm better, it's just... they don't seem to get it. Making social contacts makes no difference. "Gray-Mane or Battle-born" this big old gentleman asks me. I know immidiately which he is: "Battle-Born", I say and get a good patting on a shoulder but no advantages in business.

  
  The other clan is worst. Their matriarch, Fralia Gray-Mane, had lost his son and asked me to help. At that point I gladly sneaked in to the house of Battle-Born and stole a letter for information. But I do think it was a big favor! And how do they reward me? By ordering me to go to other side of Skyrim to get their wretched son with the help of another.
  
  - Sure, let's meet there!
  
  He can wait there all he wants. I'm done with Whiterun. I would have been rather hopeless, unless I'd met Lillith Maiden- Loom at the inn some nights ago. She's an older lady, but I found her company very comforting. She told me about her friend Maven, who might be able to help my situation. I spent last of my gold to carriage, and am on my way to Riften!