Ah. It's been a while. Got lots to tell you now.
So, Last I wrote I was in Whiterun, hanging out in a nice local drinking establishment. Flirting with the ladies, Arguing with the men. I like these Nords. They're simple and direct. I say you're stupid, they punch me in the face, we fight, the guards stand aside and cheer us on, and when it's over... Well, we all get up off the floor, and go get a drink together.
It's my kind of place.
Anyway. I was here on a mission, so missioning I went. Wandered up to the Dragonsreach, passing Jorrvaskr on the way. Home of the Companions, and of Aela. Rawwr. I'll be heading there later for sure.
The doors to Dragonsreach were impressive. Huge and stunningly beautiful. The workmanship is fantastic. They opened wide for me, and I stepped into a deep hall, leading me down to the Jarl.
I like this Jarl. Lounging in his chair, chatting with his vassals. I cleared my passage to him with the Housecarl, and then was introduced.
You know, I think early I mentioned that the Gods were out to get me. It seems there are a few who are at least friendly. The Jarl took the news well, reacted with a firm hand, and then asked me to see his court wizard. Who requested I go to Bleak Barrow, and get a stone of some sort.
I handed him the stone.
Hah, That's just how GOOD I am. That and you know, I'd already fought my way through that crap to get laid by a random chick in Riverwood. Worked for me.
As we were talking, I was asked to join the Jarl. Something big was going down, and my services were required.
This doesn't bode well, I thought. Not well at all. So off I walk.
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