Attacked by Imperials upon crossing the border to Skyrim, 'met' face to face with the leader of the Stormcloak. This whole war is crazy, I was almost killed today just for being near these men. Luckily I escaped, and a friend showed me the way to Riverwood. I met his family and I stayed for dinner. His wife is a very good cook, I dinned heartily on meat and mead. They even offered to pay for a room in the local inn as there was no room in their cabin for me. Understandable of course. As I sit here writing from my cozy bed in 'The Sleeping Giant' inn, I can't help but miss my adventures through Cyrodiil, knowing that just two centuries ago things were so much different, and much has changed since the Oblivion crisis I've read so much about. I hear music downstairs and there seems to be a bit of commotion, I think I'll enjoy myself this evening, as tomorrow I'm tasked with exploring and recovering a merchant's artifact from a large set of ruins on top of the nearby mountains. So many mountains here.
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