Day Seventeen!

I am going to Do Things today. Bed is comfy, but I have stuff to get on with.

Crap. Just lost two hours pottering around the house. MY house, organising things, moving stuff, rearranging my pack, breakfast, and so forth. Just got to run some errands before I set off...

How did that take all morning. Just a bit of shopping and disenchanting and potioning and stuff. But now I have more money again! Time to set off!

Is that... Oh no. Nyot again.

THREE HOURS. It took three freaking hours to kill that dragon. I got some good loot out of it, but still... It's getting on.

Hey, who're those guys? Khajiit caravan, maybe?

They were bandits. Suspiciously well-armed bandits. Where'd THEY come from? There's a cave over there...

Cave had a troll in, and a dead bandit. Maybe two, but that could be bandit food and not troll food. Some decent loot, some more rations.
Cripes. It's getting dark.

Whew. Bandits haven't moved back into that bridge. That's saved some time.

Cave investigated! It DID have a troll in! I knew it!
Poor argonian. A shame I don't have time to bury him properly. Or however they deal with their dead; I'm nyot entirely sure how.
He had some nyice boots, though.

Damn wolves.

A mill! Maybe the owner will let me stop there for a meal, maybe even give me a bed for the nyight?

Poor woman. Her workers all left for this rebellion thing, and she just can't cope on her own. And she didn't appreciate me critiquing her decor. Said I could sleep in the workers' hut for the nyight, though.

Dinner of venison, rabbit, goat's cheese, and bread, with the last of my black-briar mead. Down to nyord mead the workers left behind.
Then a nyice nyap. Need an early start tomorrow to sort this damn wedding thing out. I don't want to get married!
Not yet, anyway.