A Pretty Rotten Day
22 Last Seed
It's been rainy the last couple of days.
I have fallen into a nice comfortable routine, chopping wood for Hod half the day, then venturing out to hunt for game and alchemy supplies in the afternoon. Today started out the same way. I chopped wood until noon, then set out towards Whiterun with my bow and my satchel. From there, things went downhill.
For starters, I was attacked by wolves. Not just once. Not even just twice. Three sotting times. Filthy mongrels got the drop on me each time, too. I am fortunate to know just a tad of restoration magic -- it was enough to close my wounds. I don't know why I didn't ask Faendal to come along this time. A second set of arms on a sturdy bow would have been handy.
There was no game to speak of (though at least I got a few wolf pelts). I made my way to Whiterun, and dropped by Arcadia's place to practice my potion-making and earn a little coin from her. This, at least, went to plan, but by the time I finished the sun had begun to set, and I still had the trip back to Alvor and Sigred's place to make.
I considered renting a room in the city, but it wasn't full dark yet, and I know the road to Riverwood well. I thought I could make it back without issue.
Well, no sooner had I set out than it started to storm, hard. Pelting rain, thunder and lightning, the works. I was in such a hurry I didn't notice the man lurking by the side of the road until he had spotted me and was coming towards me with his knife out. Meridia's Balls! A robber.
I turned tail and fled, then hid behind a rock formation. After waiting there quietly for several minutes, with the rain soaking my clothes and my kneed aching from crouching, I thought I had lost him. But when I stood up to go, there he was, with his dagger pointed at me.
He demanded all of my gold. I tried to convince him I had nothing, but he didn't believe my lie, and when I wouldn't hand it over, he attacked me. I couldn't run away, my legs still aching from that first sprint and all the subsequent crouching, so I had no choice but to unload my quiver into his neck.
It wasn't a clean fight, he wounded me pretty badly. I was very lucky to have saved some of the healing potions I'd made earlier in the day.
You'd think that would be enough for one rotten day, but my troubles weren't over yet. I made it back to Alvor and Sigred's house, but the robbery had delayed me. It was late, and their house was locked. Alvor and Sigred have been very kind to me, and they've given me a great deal -- but one thing they never gave me was a key. I was locked out.
Maybe I could have picked the lock, but I'm no crook, and I didn't want there to be any sort of misunderstanding with the guards. Or worse, have Hadvar cut me down as I snuck inside -- that man is strung a bit too tight. So I walked down the road to the inn to rent a room -- just as I could have done in Whiterun.
Then, good fortune! Alvor was at the Inn, drinking and listening to the bard Sven play his lute. I wouldn't have to rent a room after all! I hung out with Alvor until he decided to head home, then we walked back to his house together.
Then he went inside without me and locked the door behind him. My heart sank. Maybe he was just drunk. Or maybe he didn't want Sigred to see us come home together, the way she's always going on about me needing to "stay away from her husband." Either way, I was still on the street without a bed in the middle of the night. I went back to the inn and rented a room.
It's probably about time for me to move out of Alvor's place.
It's been rainy the last couple of days.
I have fallen into a nice comfortable routine, chopping wood for Hod half the day, then venturing out to hunt for game and alchemy supplies in the afternoon. Today started out the same way. I chopped wood until noon, then set out towards Whiterun with my bow and my satchel. From there, things went downhill.
For starters, I was attacked by wolves. Not just once. Not even just twice. Three sotting times. Filthy mongrels got the drop on me each time, too. I am fortunate to know just a tad of restoration magic -- it was enough to close my wounds. I don't know why I didn't ask Faendal to come along this time. A second set of arms on a sturdy bow would have been handy.
There was no game to speak of (though at least I got a few wolf pelts). I made my way to Whiterun, and dropped by Arcadia's place to practice my potion-making and earn a little coin from her. This, at least, went to plan, but by the time I finished the sun had begun to set, and I still had the trip back to Alvor and Sigred's place to make.
I considered renting a room in the city, but it wasn't full dark yet, and I know the road to Riverwood well. I thought I could make it back without issue.
Well, no sooner had I set out than it started to storm, hard. Pelting rain, thunder and lightning, the works. I was in such a hurry I didn't notice the man lurking by the side of the road until he had spotted me and was coming towards me with his knife out. Meridia's Balls! A robber.
I turned tail and fled, then hid behind a rock formation. After waiting there quietly for several minutes, with the rain soaking my clothes and my kneed aching from crouching, I thought I had lost him. But when I stood up to go, there he was, with his dagger pointed at me.
He demanded all of my gold. I tried to convince him I had nothing, but he didn't believe my lie, and when I wouldn't hand it over, he attacked me. I couldn't run away, my legs still aching from that first sprint and all the subsequent crouching, so I had no choice but to unload my quiver into his neck.
It wasn't a clean fight, he wounded me pretty badly. I was very lucky to have saved some of the healing potions I'd made earlier in the day.
You'd think that would be enough for one rotten day, but my troubles weren't over yet. I made it back to Alvor and Sigred's house, but the robbery had delayed me. It was late, and their house was locked. Alvor and Sigred have been very kind to me, and they've given me a great deal -- but one thing they never gave me was a key. I was locked out.
Maybe I could have picked the lock, but I'm no crook, and I didn't want there to be any sort of misunderstanding with the guards. Or worse, have Hadvar cut me down as I snuck inside -- that man is strung a bit too tight. So I walked down the road to the inn to rent a room -- just as I could have done in Whiterun.
Then, good fortune! Alvor was at the Inn, drinking and listening to the bard Sven play his lute. I wouldn't have to rent a room after all! I hung out with Alvor until he decided to head home, then we walked back to his house together.
Then he went inside without me and locked the door behind him. My heart sank. Maybe he was just drunk. Or maybe he didn't want Sigred to see us come home together, the way she's always going on about me needing to "stay away from her husband." Either way, I was still on the street without a bed in the middle of the night. I went back to the inn and rented a room.
It's probably about time for me to move out of Alvor's place.
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