A Day-Trip to Whiterun

18th of Last Seed

I think Hadvar has a thing for me.  He was waiting at his Uncle Alvor's place when I arrived in Riverwood last night, which just makes it that much more bizarre that he insisted we should split up outside Helgen.

He keeps telling me I should joing the Imperial Legion, and told Alvor and Sigred he wouldn't have made it out of there alive if it weren't for me.  Which is just nuts, like Sheogorath level nuts.  I literally didn't life a finger to help him, I just followed a ways behind him and kept my blessedly still connected head down.

Plus, me joining the bloody Legion?  Ha!  No thank you.  Nice enough fellow, that Hadvar, but I think he's been touched by Sheogorath.

Alvor and Sigred have been very kind to me, giving me a place to stay as well as food and other supplies, even some gold.  Sigred does seem a bit threatened by my presence (she keeps warning me to stay away from Alvor, which. . . ew) but really, they've been so generous.  All they've ever asked of me is that I go to Whiterun and warn the Jarl about the dragon, so this morning I set out for the city.

Before I got there, I saw some war-painted nutjobs trading blows with a giant.  They brought it down, then the one called Aela threw some shade at me for not helping them out.  She lectured me about how I should join her brute squad and learn to be a true warrior, as if no other profession has any value.  I told her it sounded like a waste of time.  I don't think I like Aela much.

When I made it to Whiterun it was still early, so I struck up a conversation with the blacksmith, Adrianna.  She taught me a few things, and I made a helmet and a dagger.  Now, there's a sensible woman, doing a sensible trade.  Maybe Alvor will let me use his forge.

I made my way to Dragonsreach and spoke to Jarl Balgruuf.  He is going to send a detachment to Riverwood.  It was awkward, though -- the Jarl seemed to think I could help with a project for his court mage Farengar Secret-Fire.  I was anxious to get going before I ended up wasting any more daylight, but the Jarl took me to see the mage, and I couldn't exactly tell the Jarl to piss off, could I?

You won't believe what Farengar wanted, though.  He wanted me to retrieve some ancient tablet from a dangerous tomb crawling with draugr and traps.  What do I look like, some kind of tomb raider?  He must be out of his mind.  I mean it's solid thinking, I guess, to send some sucker instead of going himself, but I'm no sucker.

Thankfully, neither Farengar nor the Jarl ever actually asked me if I would do this.  They just kind of told me that it would be helpful and then seemed to think I would do it, but I sure as shit didn't agree to it.  I  left and went hunting instead.  

I brought down an elk.  I was accosted by a scavenger but outran him. I did some work in the fields at the Proventius farm, then made my way back to Riverwood and spent a few hours chopping wood for Gerdur and Hod, who own the mill.  

Then I had dinner with Hadvar and his family and called it a night.