WELKYN WINWILLOW: A Book, A Beginning

  •      Though I greatly desire to pour out the events of the last few days, my time in the harsh land of Skyrim was already brimfull with adventure by the time I finally acquired a bound book adequate for true journaling. Thus, I must quiet myself for recall of that first incredible week, setting the stage for more recent events, and the beckoning future!

         My grief at the seizure of all my (admittedly meagre) earthly possessions at the hands of the Countess’ fools in Chorrol was hardest with the loss of both my previous journals. So much time and tenderness sunk into their many pages… all thrown like refuse into some gaoler’s cart, never to be seen again. I don’t know if I can ever match the subtlety of those sketches of Cheydinhal’s fields and forests, and it pains me deeply to think of my extensive notes on Cyrodiil’s flora and fauna. All dreams of a quiet academic career writing, sketching and dozing by a fire are gone.

         But ah! new dreams have begun to take shape!

         Speaking of quieting myself, the day spent acquiring this book has worn me down more than I thought, but for once I can rest easy, and shall set to work on the morrow.

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    Good travels, friend!