---Last
Seed, 22nd, 4E 201---
I
did not leave for the fragment today with Vilkas (or was it Farkas?
One day I will stop mixing up those two) as I had planned. Instead I
spent the morning crafting a tent for myself, and working further on
my conjured chest spell, which I can now safely use to store items in
a pocket of Aetherius. I'm quite impressed with it, even if Odvar
finds the idea of a spell dedicated only to loot storage ridiculous.
I enchanted some of my gear to resist fire, and did some additional
enchanting, creating items to sell to the wizard. My pockets are now
heavy with almost one thousand Septims.
I
would have had a more productive day still, but I met a lovely Altmer
woman named Eldawyn who has much the same attitude about things as
myself. We talked of her love of wine, so I bought us a bottle. She
told me tales of her friends: four like-minded mages who used to
journey with her, collecting the resources to craft jewelery, which
would then be enchanted and sold for a profit. She told me the
stories of their deaths, and even shed a tear over the loss of one: a
Nord man who clearly still hold her heart, proving that the current
aggression between the High Elves and the Nords does indeed have a
chance at a peaceful resolution.
I
had hoped that Eldawyn might accompany Odvar and I on out journeys,
but she is not yet ready to be part of a party again. She gave me a
gift, however, of an unforgettable conversation, and a re-definition
of my priorities. I no longer seek to conquer Aela, or any other
maiden. After talking with Eldawyn such persuits seem hollow. I want
what she shared with her Nord companion: a bond of true love that
will last beyond death. Maybe I'll forge such a bond during my time
here in Skyrim, making all that I have gone through so far worth the
pain.
Mods Mentioned in this Entry:
-Odvar the Afflicted
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