Morndas, 30th of Last Seed, 4E 201

Well, we’re still in Solitude.

Woke up this morning to a terrible storm, and I don’t know about you, but I’d rather not hike up and over a mountain, cold and wet from a thunderstorm.

Decided to stay one more day, so I checked out the apothecary, Angeline’s Aromatics. Angeline is an elderly woman, and very sweet. She reminds me of Miss Agrippina. She asked me to see if I can find word of her daughter, Fura, who joined the Imperial army. She was stationed in Whiterun. I hadn’t met her, sadly. She asked me to go to Captain Aldis and ask him if he knew where she was or how she was doing.

I went to Castle Dour and saw him drilling his men in the courtyard, ignoring the pouring rain.

I asked him about Fura, and he was reluctant, but I managed to persuade him. He admitted that she had died fighting a group of Stormcloaks a little while ago. He’d just been trying to find a good time or way to tell Angeline, but now that I knew, he was leaving that task to me.

Typical. He’s plenty brave with a sword in his hand, but he can’t face a mother’s grief.

No way in Oblivion I’m handing over Grom’s letter to that coward.

So, I went back to the shop, and delivered the terrible news to her. She said she couldn't thank me for it, which I understood. She turned away, and we left. Her niece, Vivienne, was outside. She thanked me for helping her aunt, but I could only nod.

Divines, I need another drink. I hardly did anything today, but I think that was the hardest thing I've done since I got to this icy wasteland.

On the way back to the Winking Skeever, I ran into a beggar on the street, Noster Eagle-Eye. He said he was one of the best scouts in the legion, back in the day. He’d lost his helmet somewhere while on one of his scouting missions. He marked on my map where he’d lost it, and I gave him a coin and said that if I ever came across it, I’d return it to him.

Now to spend the rest of the dreary day nice and warm here at the inn. We’ll start out tomorrow.

I just heard the bard lady here sing a song about ME! They have a song about the Dragonborn! It’s called “The Dragonborn Comes” and I said to Lydia “Yeah, but it’s been a while,” and she snorted ale out her nose!

I’d have a lot of wine. I’m sleeping now.