Day twenty-one!

Not much to do today. Just shop, then head down to Riverwood. Then I have to explain to the greybeards just what happened to their thing.

Oops. Bought Useful Magic Items, sorta overspent. But now I have boots of strength. And some other things of boosting one-handed, so I can disenchant them.

Thalmor! Ganky ganky.

I'm totally sick of this. Guard wouldn't accept my surrender, so my bounty got upped the whole way. And I'm back in whiterun! I think I'm in profit still, though, even though I got fined 1000 fricking septims. Thalmor armour is fancy.

Ahh, inn-woman has the horn. Turns out it WAS a horn, not a helm.

Oh gods. She's a conspiracy theorist. OH THE THALMOR ARE AFTER ME. And THE DRAGONS ARE COMING BACK TO LIFE. Oh my gods! Dragons!
Called her on her crazy. Oh. She's got evidence? Crap.

Shut up, bard.

Sorted out the love triangle in riverwood. Turns out, both guys are idiots, and one's an elf. Myeh.

Passed through Helgen on my way to Ivarstead via the pass the map says SHOULD be here. Paused to clear out a bandit mine on the way, though. Helgen really got toasted, and there's NOBODY there. Guess they all left.

Wow. Cave FULL OF VAMPIRES. And with magical items up the wazoo!
Literally. Where WAS she hiding that warhammer?

It's dark out here. And cold.

Hey, look, more thalmor. Ganky.

An abandoned shack, apparently belonging to an alchemist. Borrowed his bed for a nyap.