Dragonsreach

    I am in the inn, in Whiterun. The innkeeper, I forgot her name, got me and Sofia a bed in the upper stairs. There are sounds of merriment downstairs, while inside me I feel a very heavy storm about to strike lightning to my body. I thought my problem with the dragons are vanished after I made the report to Jarl Balgruff, but he seemed to take an interest into the dragons, where it come from and why. Soon after I begged the Jarl to send troops to Whiterun, not to mention I was assaulted by his housecarl Irileth, I thought I was quickly disposed of but the Jarl praised me before taking me to his wizard. I have no grudges against magic users but I am not one to touch anything that has been touched by the arcane.

    He asked me to help Farengar, the Wizard, for his dragon project. Farengar seems to be the kind of person that I usually avoid, with that burning smell and signs of insomnia in his eyes, magic users are always deprived of sleep and always smell like burning coal mixed with flesh. However, I had no choice because it was the Jarl. If I have said no, he would've chopped my head off on that instance! He has the power and nobody would've said a thing against it. After a very brief introduction, I was shoved forward by the Jarl to face the Wizard.

    It is worth mentioning here that I have no interest in Nords and their ruins. More like, I have heard stories about the dead being not so dead, and them walking around guarding the tombs. Now that bloody Wizard has charged me to go to this Bleak Falls Barrow to get some stone tablet! He explained it is a map of ancient dragon burial sites and will prove useful to discover why the dragons are coming back and why now.The ruin is near Riverwood, thank goodness it is close, and a local there should know where it is. From those words alone, I started to shake my head. Of course, the Jarl was looking at me with those stern eyes, sterner than Gerdur or Ralof gave me, so I could not do anything but nod.

    Farengar was quite happy that he has a pawn to go to that dangerous place, his face seemed distracted but nevertheless, I am sure he himself wouldn't set a foot in that place. Much less someone like me. I guess Sofia is quite useful now. She seemed to be the sort that doesn't give an inch about the undead. She looks handy with a sword too. Sofia waited outside of Dragonsreach, something about not meeting the Jarl face to face with a blush. I couldn't care less. Now I wish I had someone I knew inside there.

    Right now, she's busy having drinks with the men downstairs, however vulgar that sounds. I try not to drown myself into alcohol but I warned her the same. I told her about the job I have to do and she doesn't seemed perturbed by it. She still think I am an adventurer and I am going to go do chores for everyone I meet! I am not in a very good mood right now. I am tired, a little wet from the rain and I do not know how to survive this life any longer. Truth be told, I am depressed about current matters. Rebellion sparking everywhere, rumors of a murderer roaming around, and I found out that the Winterhold mages have discovered a ruin near the college. And a dragon sighted after hundreds of years of myth. Wizards and now dragons. I am telling you, Wizards and ruins in the same place is not a place that I would like to be.

    Right now, all I need is some bread, cheese and a meat loaf. I couldn't resist the smell coming from the cookpot. Right now, all I want is some sleeping hours without any sorts of dream. My sword, the sword given by Gerdur, was a pitiful Iron Sword with the edges rugged and looked dull. I know little about the caring of a sword but maybe I should get a newer one, with sharper looking edges. But then, I would have a lot less gold. I should buy a better sword if I want to go and survive this barrow.  Maybe Sofia can point out what weapon I should get. Maybe I should decide myself. I should train with it.

    I need sleep. I am writing gibberish. Farewell world. May I survive tomorrow.