Openings

Dear diary.
 Hahahaha. Yeah.
So, I've taken to writing myself a diary. I've been wandering throughout the happy land of Tamriel for a good few years now, Kicked out of some of the finest drinking establishments in the land! Held in the seediest of jails, At our great exulted Emperors most laudable of prisons. I've done a great many things. Mostly I've done a lot of drinking, and eating, and you know, Stealing.

I'm a cat, it's what we do.

But it occurs to me that a lot of my adventures out there in the world are lost to me now. I vaguely remember that young breton lady in Bravil, I distinctly remember her Husband. I still have the scars. I kinda remember something about the Bosmer wanting me dead for war crimes, but that was so long ago, and honestly... I left my ties to Elsweyr when it sold itself to the High Elves. All told, life is becoming a bit of a blur of faded memories and sharp scar tissue.

 And thus, here we are. Writing it all down. And hoping to use it to remind me of my past. So I don't make stupid mistakes in the future. Like, Being found naked in a ladies bed by her Nord husband.

Those scars really took a long time to heal...