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Sunday, April 9

Damnit! I was arrested as soon as I entered Skingrad! I knew coming here was a bad idea. The guards offered me the option of resisting arrest, mostly because it gets them off. They just love to beat someone's brains in. However, I wasn't in the mood to fight, and to be quite honest, the odds weren't exactly in my favor. Unlike Bruma, Skingrad is literally crawling with soldiers. Hmm...or maybe it was because I walked straight into the barracks. Methinks that probably had something to do with it.

Thankfully, my sentence was brief. I suppose Skingrad guards don't really care if someone murders a soldier from another town, but hey, I'm not complaining. I fell asleep for a few hours, woke up, and bam, I was out. Sucks that they took my stolen goods, as I was growing partial to some of the weaponry, but it's a small price to pay, and I'll build up my inventory soon enough. BUT, my arrow supply is getting dangerously low. Chalk that up to bad aim, as I've lost plenty of arrows in the tall grasses, but no matter. There's got to be a merchant here someplace.

While searching for that merchant, I decided to explore Skingrad. I kept running into guards, but they didn't mean me any harm, though they did make stealing things quite difficult. Then again, I was snooping around their barracks, so what did I expect? There's supposed to be guards in there. However, knowing that they cannot arrest me for being a general nuisance, I made a point to ask them all a series of questions, just about rumors, and I woke several of them up, though I thought of Rufio each and every time that I approached someone. Had thoughts of pulling out my dagger and letting it sink into their smooth necks.

That's a bad idea.

On my way out of the barracks, I was approached by a dark elf named Myvryna Arano, or at least I think that's what her name was. She didn't say much, just handed me a letter and walked off. I had an almost overpowering urge to kick her ass, but again, violence doesn't fly in Skingrad, so I let her go.

The mysterious letter is actually a personal invitation to the Thieves Guild, and I am to go to the Garden of Daneloth or Dareloth (it's blurry, can't make it out). They promise less jail time. Hmm. That's quite an attractive feature, though it makes me wonder about these guards and their supposed "virtues." I'm willing to bet that they're somehow involved with the Thieves Guild, but something like that isn't going to be made public. Oh no. That's just one of those things that gets swept underneath the rug in exchange for some gold or a chest full of exotic items.

Anyway, I'm going to strongly consider this. I have a few other missions that I'd like to complete, most notably locating the Dark Brotherhood's headquarters. I just keep getting side tracked.

Monday, April 10

Potatoes! Or rather, jumbo potatoes! I just remembered that woman's jumbo potatoes, and I've decided to track down the scum bags that stole them and beat them senseless. There is a reward to be claimed, after all, and lord knows that I can use a little extra scratch. Anyway, I seemingly overshot my destination, so I'm now headed east, though I still don't know exactly where I'm supposed to go, and while I don't expect someone to just jump out at me holding a few jumbo potatoes, well, believe me, I wouldn't be surprised if that happened. Some people in this land are so gullible that they don't even need to have giant X's on their foreheads. You can read their crimes on their stupid faces.

As for me...I shouldn't have walked into Skingrad a wanted murderer, but there's a big difference between being dumb and being a risk taker, and for your information, I am definitely the latter.

For now, I sleep. It's getting dark, and evil things lurk in the countryside at night.

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