Day twenty-two.

Back on the road again.

Also, discovered why the shack was abandoned. There was a troll nearby.

Maybe I shouldn't hit up ivarstead for now, and head for riften instead. Probably a better idea, seeing as I'm laden down with loot.

Met a farmer on his way to join the stormcloaks. I wonder who's minding his farm?

And ANOTHER farmer. This one on his way to join the legion. Maybe there was an argument?
Also, what the hell are a spider, a bear, and two wolves doing ganging up on me?

And a couple of really snobby merchants bearing gifts for a wedding in Solitude. Half-tempted to relieve them of said gifts, but nyaah.

Why is that field glowing?
SO MUCH NYIRNROOT. She's FARMING it? Didn't know that was even possible.

Arrrgh. Dwarven boots that halve flame damage. Mine only reduce it a sixth, but they're better made and fit me. And these would cost most of my gold.

Okay, now it'd be less than half. But still...

Potential alchemist girl is really pretty. No wonder the alchemist's wife is jealous.
Aaand she wants 20 deathbell, nyightshade, and nyirnroot.

Okay, cleared them out of ingredients with my potions. Handy trick, that. Nyow I can make MORE potions to make more gold. Trouble is finding someone to BUY THEM.

Cleared out some quests, picked up a couple more. Heading back to ivarstead to nyap before I attempt the climb to the greybeards.

Also, I am so sick of the racial slurs. Especially the ones about rugs.