Day fifty-six.

I think I need to clear up some stuff in riften. Also, that bed is SO comfy.

Maybe get hold of some spellbooks before I go anywhere? I want to cast fireball, dammit.

Nyo fireball, but I got a good amount of training.

Anyway. To riften, via whiterun to pick up all the supplies, and get some trade goods sorted out.

Arrived about midday, stopped at home for lunch.

Boots of silent movement? GREAT for Lydia. IDEAL. I'll go disenchant them, then I can have all the pairs I want. Gotta slay a dragon before I make mine, though. Need more scales.

Damn court mage. 'If you've got the aptitude, you should join the mage's college in winterhold.'
DON'T YOU KNYOW WHO I AM? I'M THE MOTHERLICKING ARCHMAGE!

Off for a quest-finishing run. Whee.

Eschewed the shortcut; it's not much shorter, and there's a Nyord ruin I want to check out.

Bandits, with a fancy necklace and a dangerous amount of damage because of it. And a dead redguard woman wanting said necklace back, according to her note.

Bears, skeevers, cats, wolves, the usual.

Khajiit thief! Play up to the stereotypes, why don't you. Idiot bought the 'do I look like I have any valuables' line I fed him. Didn't see the swords, dragon armour, arrows, or magic items. Or decided not to bother after he did.

Tomb!

There's a guy inside claiming there's a nyecromancer trying to do stuff with his family's corpses. Oh nyoes. He offered me coin to help, so I agreed. Nyot like I wasn't going in there anyway.

Lots of draugr. Slight rebuke over looting stuff, but I WAS saving the place.

Blocked door, going around.

Lots and lots of draugr. No wonder his aunt died by the barred door.

BIG chamber. Say, he looks elfy, is that the nyecromancer?
Dead nyecromancer! Two arrows to the head from out of nyowhere. Then lots of draugr again. Arrowed a few, but waded in and sworded the rest to save the young nyord man. He's kinda cute. Good with a blade, too.

Loooooot~

And it's gone midnight. Whoops.