Day thirteen?

Where the fuck am I?
Who's this lady?
Where's my underwear?

Oh crap. I did all that? Molesting the statuary? Oh dear.

Where the hell is rorikstead?
Where the hell am I?
Argh.
Markarth?
That's the other side of Skyrim! How in oblivion did I get here?

A smelter AND a forge! Shopping time!

Urk. Was asked to help investigate a house. For daedra. Turns out, it was daedra. Guy I was helping just attacked me, after voices told us to attack each other. Daedra'd locked us in, too.
He had some REALLY nice stuff.
So did the house's occupants. MAGIC dwarven armour. Gave my other improved suit to lydia.

A reward?
A trap. Find a priest, save him, bring him to the house, and kill him. Yeesh. Back to finding out what happened last nyight.

And there's barbarians about. Was a murder right in the marketplace! Guard got the murderer, though.
Both corpses stripped before they got cold, too! Should fetch some gold.

Jarl's palace, to try and pick up some work. Walk in, arguments in the halls. Fun.

By the gods. Dwemer ruins? DWEMER RUINS! Loot! Gold! Dwarven metal! SCORE.
And I can get in if I kill a big spider. Ka-ching!

Lootening commences.
He wasn't joking about the spiders.

Smelting!
Time to find an inn for the night. Tomorrow, I shall make armour.

Dropped off the purchase agreement, hit on the fair barmaid, went to bed.
STONE. BEDS. Owww, my back.