Nyaaawn. Okay, setting off for morvenscar. Didn't sleep too well; this bed isn't very comfy.
Lots of dragon tongue, jazeby, and creep cluster out here. Hey, a bear!
Found a riverside shack. In it was a few books, an angry bear, and a TREASURE MAP.
It's kinda hard to read.
Ah, there it is. Mourvenscar. Or however it's spelled.
Oh shit. Mages! Place is lousy with them.
There's a lot of them in here. I can smell the magic. Told Lydia to hang back and not get involved. She's a good fighter, but stealthy as a box of rocks falling down a staircase.
Whew. That was hard. Fire mages are FAST. Good thing I had a poison of Slow handy.
What? Where am I NOW? Damn portals.
Sanguine. What in OBLIVION.
Huh? Where am I nyow?
Back in ivarstead. What?
Fine. Off back to my questing. Windhelm looked promising, maybe there's help there. Then I can work over to Winterhold and maybe check out this mage's college thing? Or go via whiterun to morthal, get the helm or horn or whatever, and go check out Winterhold and Dawnstar from there.
Yeah. Windhelm can wait. Plus, this galdur amulet thing is over near morthal as well!
Troll. Dumb stormcloak killed by it. Oooh! Nirnroot AND orihalcum!
Wandering minstrel! And he knows my theme!
Ohhh. Such pretty views out here!
Bandit hideout! With nice loot! I'm getting the hang of this archery thing.
Off to whiterun after a short nyap.
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