Day seven...

Woke up bright and early, for a stroll up the mountain. Took a wander around town. Did you knyow there's a barrow here, too? I'll have to loot it later.

Ugh. This is nyot good. Stupid skyrim. One of the plants around here made me sneeze, and I fus-ed by accident. At one of the guards. He fined me 40 gold and dragged me to a place called Riften to pay it off. Stupid nyords and their stupid flowers. At least there's a market here.

Quests!
Shopping!
Where did half of Lydia's inventory go?

I agreed to help the smith find some fire salts for his forge. Whatever those are. And to help the argonyian jeweller find some stuff for a wedding ring.
Us tailed types gotta represent, y'knyow? Or something to that effect. By the gods, this town stinks.
And some handsome-looking guy started trying to talk to me about my wealth when I was making some more daggers. Rude. Says he wants me to steal a ring and plant it on someone else. And that he'll pay me. I'm conflicted.

Set out, after meeting a few other wierd nyordic types. And a nyot-nyordic lady who was an adventurer as well! Retired, though. Was nyearly killed raiding dwemer ruins, and was found and taken to Riften by her nyew boyfriend. How cute.

A farmer wants me to steal his bow back from thieves in Riften.
I sold his wife my stock of potatoes and gourds, too.

Stumbled across a fort full of nyasty people. I investigated, killed a few and their dogs, but was forced to retreat under arrow fire. A bit embarrassing.
Then was attacked by hired thugs, sent by the same person who'd sent the dark brotherhood. What did I DO to these people?
Is it my old boss trying to kill me out of spite?

Found another barrow, and some places of interest. Map shows some dwemer ruins about, as well. I'll check it out later, because I FINALLY got to ivarstead. Again. And my room at the inn is still rented!

Zzzzzz.