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8th of Frostfall, 427 3E
Snow. We got to see it for the first time today and I thought it was absolutely beautiful. The chill in the air was invigorating and the tiny white flakes falling from the sky were enchanting. As I brushed Gloria and prepared to saddle her I thought that I won't have as much trouble adjusting to Lokken's climate as I thought I would. Granted the island's weather is currently nowhere near as cold and harsh as it will get, but for now at least I am loving our new home.
After both horses were saddled Neldor again spoke to Rey and Frost in Beast Tongue, impressing on them as strongly as he could that they should stay home with Oliver where they will be safe. At that point all we could do is hope that the young foxes will heed our warnings.
With the snow deep enough to cover the horses' hooves, we set out to scout the forest. The first part of our journey was easy enough, for we needed to cross some wide open fields and go past our only neighbors, which is a family of farmers who live in a large cabin northeast of the ranger station. On reaching the end of the fields we were about to follow a narrow path that weaved through through the first section of forests. According to our map the path gradually led to the northwest and eventually connected to the main road.
Halting Garland, Neldor surveyed the patch of woods ahead of us and said, "I really wish we could have gotten here before the snow fell. It's going to be more difficult to learn the paths when we can't see them. Not to mention that the following snow will eventually cover our tracks, so it will be harder to tell where we've been."
Looking toward the snow covered path that we had to carefully follow, I stated, "Keilreen said that this is one of the areas where visitors tend to go missing."
Neldor replied, "Yep, so we'll need to keep an eye out for anything that looks strange. Again, the snow makes it difficult. We haven't yet become familiar with the rocks and fallen trees so we don't know if anything looks amiss. We'll just have to really be watchful as we move through there, not just because of potential lost travelers but also the bears. They're preparing for hibernation, so they're out eating every bit of food that they can find."
Hoping we wouldn't meet up with a hungry bear, we signaled to our horses to keep going and we moved at a careful walk along the path which could only vaguely be seen as it led up through some gentle snow covered foot hills. With each step we studied the landscape, even turning in the saddle now and then to see how the path looked from the opposite direction.
We didn't see any wildlife through that patch of the forest, though we did see some wolf and bear tracks here and there. The wolf tracks didn't look unusually large, so I doubt they were left by the big white wolf that Ragnar wants us to put down.
At last the narrow path led us to the main road which gradually led back toward the village. Travel was a little easier in that area due to the fact the the locals had already traveled over that road with their wagons. Therefore we had a few miles of riding over a semi-cleared road until we reached the point where we had to ride to follow another narrow path to the southwest and check on the Overlook, which is a small campsite which has an amazing view of the village and the nearby sea.
All was well at the Overlook. A visitor, a middle aged Imperial man, was reading a book as he sat next to the lit fire-pit. He looked up at us, smiled and gave us a nod of acknowledgement, then went back to reading. Letting him enjoy his solitude in the nearly silent forest, we checked the other fire-pits and found them to be free of rubbish (according to Kielreen, this would unfortunately not always be the case).
The next leg of the scouting trip took us down the main road toward the west and past a small isolated tavern called the "Big Bear". Kielreen told us that this tavern has always been a favorite watering hole for the island's previous rangers as well as the Lokken residents who preferred to live in the woods outside the village.
Looking at the tavern with approval, Neldor said as we rode by, "Perhaps we should stop here on our way back to the station and introduce ourselves. Since the place doesn't seem unsavory we might end up stopping by here quite a bit."
The next stop on our list was the "Covered Bridge Fishing Pond". Along the way we passed a clearing where a small heard of reindeer were browsing on the tall grass that was sticking out of the snow. With the horses masking our scent, the reindeer didn't see us as a threat and calmly watched us as we rode by. These animals are so beautiful and I hope that I'll have a chance to sketch and perhaps creating a painting of them.
When we reached the fishing pond we found that the only individuals who were visiting it this morning was a small heard of wild horses. These horses are a bit bigger and stockier than Garland and Gloria and they all have long dense "feathers" on their lower legs.
The watering hole is a location that will require our close attention over the winter season since visitors will occasionally fall through the ice when the water freezes. Today the water wasn't frozen at all, but was obviously very cold.
By this point Neldor and I were both starting to mind the cold but thankfully we had visited all of the locations that was on our listed and could now head to the village brewery to speak with Kielreen's aunt.
The Lokken brewery is a surprisingly cozy place, with polished wooden tables and chairs set up in the outer room where customers can sit down and enjoy a taste of the different variety of mead that is available.
Gwenn, who was inspecting us, came out from behind the counter and said, "You two must be our new rangers. Welcome. I'm Gwenn and this is indeed a lucky day as we actually have got some mead for you. Normally we deliver most of it to Ragnar's guests, but there haven't been so many of them lately. Did you know that only visitors are allowed to buy as much mead as they wish? The local people have to pay four times as much for their mead, and the amount is severely restricted."
When Neldor and I had introduced ourselves, I said as Gwenn handed each of us a sample cup of mead, "Kielreen told us that you could tell us more about this big white wolf that has your chieftain wants put down."
For a moment Gwenn looked wary about speaking with us. Then she relaxed slightly and replied, "So, Kielreen told you to come here. Well, I assume that I'd better tell you what I know, then. Now, this big white wolf first showed up in the mountains a year ago, shortly after the death of our beloved chieftain Wulfgar the White. While the people of Lokken fear other wolves, the big white wolf doesn't seem to be hostile at all. On the contrary, people who have met him say that he is almost friendly."
After taking a sip of mead, which was indeed very good, I commented, "He sounds like a beautiful animal."
Gwenn smiled at that and continued, "The villagers think he is sent by the Gods to protect us against our evil new chieftain. I believe they are right. Furthermore, Ragnar Fire Hair, who is also a cruel hunter who loves to face danger and enjoys torturing his victims, seems almost afraid of the white wolf. That's why he gladly encourages others to hunt the creature down."
Neldor commented, "If this wolf is actually a guardian nature spirit it's not going to be possible to take its head to Ragnar, not that we're feeling all that inclined to do such a thing."
Gwenn nodded in agreement before saying, "Very true, but now I'm starting to think that the wolf really is a mortal animal. For almost a year, the white wolf has been watching over our village but now it seems to have disappeared. Two of Ragnar's men were hunting for it a while back. They returned to the village and claimed that they had hit the animal with their poisoned arrows. I fear that the white wolf might be injured or even dead. Those poisoned arrows are really dangerous. I hope I'm wrong. The sight of that wolf was reassuring and with Ragnar Fire Hair as our new chieftain, we really need all the protection we can get. I don't even consider Ragnar our rightful chieftain."
Curious, I inquired, "Why do you say that?"
Gwenn explained, "Ragnar is not a blood relative of Wulfgar the White. As they were only step-brothers he has no right to call himself our chieftain. According to our rules, a new chieftain must marry the widow of the previous one in order to be our rightful leader. Almost a year has passed since the death of Wulfgar but I haven't heard any rumours of a wedding. Wulfgar's wife Sigrid lives in the castle, and I believe that she will sooner or later be forced into a marriage."
Inwardly shuddering and vividly recalling my own fear of being forced into an arranged marriage, I replied, "Having met Ragnar, that makes me feel sorry for Sigrid."
Gwen sighed before saying, "It's a pity that her son Wulfren has disappeared. Otherwise, he would have been the rightful heir of Lokken, but, I assume that he is dead. And if the rumors about him are true, which I doubt, it would be better if he were dead, or he would be killed as soon as his face was seen around here."
Neldor asked, "What rumors are going around if I may ask?"
Gwenn answered, "On the same day Wulfgar was killed, Wulfren disappeared, and he hasn't been seen since then. Ragnar claims that it was Wulfren who killed his father, and that's the reason why he disappeared. No one knows the truth about what happened to Wulfren, but most people believe he is dead. Only his sister Laurenna seems to believe that Wulfren is still alive. You haven't met her, have you?"
I answered, "No. We have only been on the island since yesterday afternoon and have not yet met any of the locals."
Gwenn gestured toward the west as she said, "Since Ragnar threw her out of the castle Laurenna has been living in her father's old hunting cottage. She's a lovely girl, mild and warm-hearted, but since the death of her father she has become sort of a hermit. You would probably find her a bit shy. She's a true country girl and has spent her whole life on the island. She isn't used to strangers and she hasn't learned anything about city manners. Keep that in mind if you decide to visit her. Actually I think it might be a good idea for you to visit."
Neldor assured her, "We'll do so. We want to meet as many of the locals as possible, just to let them know that we're here and protecting the forests." With a warm smile, he added, "And this mead you allowed us to sample is so good that it makes me not miss the rothmeth in Valenwood."
Wrinkling her nose at the mention of the strong drink of fermented meat that the Bosmers of Valenwood favor, Gwenn replied in good humor, "I would hope so."
When we went back outside to where the horses were waiting at the hitching post, I asked hesitantly, "Do you think we should ride over to Laurenna's cabin now?"
Neldor looked toward the east, which was in the opposite direction of the Big Bear and the ranger station before saying regretfully, "If she were closer or in the direction we're going I would say yes, but since this isn't a life or death emergency I think we should put it off until tomorrow. We can stop by while we're checking that area of the woods." He shivered a bit before adding, "Being out in this cold is starting to get to me."
Admittedly a bit relieved, I replied, "Me too. It's beautiful, but we don't want to overdo it while we're getting used to this climate."
As we mounted our horses, Neldor agreed, "Exactly. Now that we've checked everything we should get inside and have a hot meal. Let's stop at the Big Bear."
The little tavern in the wilderness turned out to be a clean and cozy place and is run by a Nord woman named Ingrid. She seemed quite pleased to meet us and was glad to know that rangers would once again be regularly patrolling the forests. After taking our order for a lunch of fried fish and chips (and giving us free drinks as a welcome), Ingrid looked at me and said softly, "Not to pry, but I noticed your accent. You're from Morrowind, aren't you?"
Briefly concerned that the Emperor might have some of his Blades on Lokken, I answered warily, "Yes, I am."
Ingrid gestured toward a tal brown haired Nordic woman who was standing at the end of the bar and told me, "Hellena comes from Dagon Fel. Poor thing, she is so worried about her husband. He disappeared and she doesn't know where to find him. Even if you don't know where he is, maybe you could cheer her up a little?"
I didn't know what we could possibly say that would make things any better, but we figured it would not hurt to introduce ourselves and offer our assistance. As it turned out Hellena had overheard Ingrid asking me if I was from Morrowind and was quite eager to tell us about her situation. After introducing herself, she said, "I'm from Dagon Fel, north of Vvardenfell, if you have ever heard of that place, and I am here looking for my husband. He left for Solstheim more than a year ago, looking for a place where we could open up a clothing shop. I'm a seamstress, but the competition is a bit hard at home. In his last letter, which is very old, he told me that he was going to Lokken and that he would soon write back to me. But I haven't heard a word since then."
I then inquired, "And you have come here to look for him, I take it?"
She nodded wearily, then continued, "I have been here quite a while now, looking for Erik. I know that he has been here, because the ship-master remembers him and so does Ingrid. But he seems to have vanished from the surface of this earth, and I don't know what to do. He hasn't left this place, at least not by boat, and I fear that he might be dead. But, I don't want to go back home until I know what has happened to him. If you happen to find any news about my husband, please let me know. Even if the news is bad, I need to know. I cannot return to Dagon Fel without knowing what happened to him. You know, I believe people here think I'm crazy, hanging around like this, but, when you have lived your whole life together with a man, you cannot just continue as if he had never existed."
Neldor inquired, "Where can we find you if we manage to discover anything?"
Hellena answered eagerly, "I am staying at the Pondering Pony Inn within the village, but I'm usually only there at night. During the day I prefer to be here. There are nearly as many drunken tourists in here."
Even though the trail is quite cold and we don't have any one particular spot to start our search, I assured her, "Well do our best to find your husband."
What Neldor and I certainly didn't say in front of Hellena is that with the trail so cold it was not likely that there was anything left of Erik to find. If he fell pray to wolves or bears his remains would have been devoured by scavengers a long time ago. Still, it hurt nothing to make inquires and search where we could.
Neldor and I both felt quite tired when we returned to the ranger station. Of course we made sure our horses were unsaddled, brushed and comfortable before going inside to light a fire in the fireplace. While we enjoyed the early snow, adjusting to the unfamiliar cold took a good bit of our energy.
This early autumn snow will likely be melted away by tomorrow, for when I lay down to take a nap I could hear rain hitting the roof and the windows. As I snuggled against the soft pillows I could very faintly hear Neldor using his Dwemer notebook to type a letter to his parents and siblings, for he wants them to know where he is and that he's all right. Granted doing such a thing is risky, but Neldor feels that his family has gone through more than enough pain and worry after what happened to him in Cyrodiil.
Now having been on Lokken Island a little over twenty-four hours I am amazed at how at home I feel. This is a good place. Our little group will do well here, I'm certain of it.
*~*~*
Snow. We got to see it for the first time today and I thought it was absolutely beautiful. The chill in the air was invigorating and the tiny white flakes falling from the sky were enchanting. As I brushed Gloria and prepared to saddle her I thought that I won't have as much trouble adjusting to Lokken's climate as I thought I would. Granted the island's weather is currently nowhere near as cold and harsh as it will get, but for now at least I am loving our new home.
After both horses were saddled Neldor again spoke to Rey and Frost in Beast Tongue, impressing on them as strongly as he could that they should stay home with Oliver where they will be safe. At that point all we could do is hope that the young foxes will heed our warnings.
With the snow deep enough to cover the horses' hooves, we set out to scout the forest. The first part of our journey was easy enough, for we needed to cross some wide open fields and go past our only neighbors, which is a family of farmers who live in a large cabin northeast of the ranger station. On reaching the end of the fields we were about to follow a narrow path that weaved through through the first section of forests. According to our map the path gradually led to the northwest and eventually connected to the main road.
Halting Garland, Neldor surveyed the patch of woods ahead of us and said, "I really wish we could have gotten here before the snow fell. It's going to be more difficult to learn the paths when we can't see them. Not to mention that the following snow will eventually cover our tracks, so it will be harder to tell where we've been."
Looking toward the snow covered path that we had to carefully follow, I stated, "Keilreen said that this is one of the areas where visitors tend to go missing."
Neldor replied, "Yep, so we'll need to keep an eye out for anything that looks strange. Again, the snow makes it difficult. We haven't yet become familiar with the rocks and fallen trees so we don't know if anything looks amiss. We'll just have to really be watchful as we move through there, not just because of potential lost travelers but also the bears. They're preparing for hibernation, so they're out eating every bit of food that they can find."
Hoping we wouldn't meet up with a hungry bear, we signaled to our horses to keep going and we moved at a careful walk along the path which could only vaguely be seen as it led up through some gentle snow covered foot hills. With each step we studied the landscape, even turning in the saddle now and then to see how the path looked from the opposite direction.
We didn't see any wildlife through that patch of the forest, though we did see some wolf and bear tracks here and there. The wolf tracks didn't look unusually large, so I doubt they were left by the big white wolf that Ragnar wants us to put down.
At last the narrow path led us to the main road which gradually led back toward the village. Travel was a little easier in that area due to the fact the the locals had already traveled over that road with their wagons. Therefore we had a few miles of riding over a semi-cleared road until we reached the point where we had to ride to follow another narrow path to the southwest and check on the Overlook, which is a small campsite which has an amazing view of the village and the nearby sea.
All was well at the Overlook. A visitor, a middle aged Imperial man, was reading a book as he sat next to the lit fire-pit. He looked up at us, smiled and gave us a nod of acknowledgement, then went back to reading. Letting him enjoy his solitude in the nearly silent forest, we checked the other fire-pits and found them to be free of rubbish (according to Kielreen, this would unfortunately not always be the case).
The next leg of the scouting trip took us down the main road toward the west and past a small isolated tavern called the "Big Bear". Kielreen told us that this tavern has always been a favorite watering hole for the island's previous rangers as well as the Lokken residents who preferred to live in the woods outside the village.
Looking at the tavern with approval, Neldor said as we rode by, "Perhaps we should stop here on our way back to the station and introduce ourselves. Since the place doesn't seem unsavory we might end up stopping by here quite a bit."
The next stop on our list was the "Covered Bridge Fishing Pond". Along the way we passed a clearing where a small heard of reindeer were browsing on the tall grass that was sticking out of the snow. With the horses masking our scent, the reindeer didn't see us as a threat and calmly watched us as we rode by. These animals are so beautiful and I hope that I'll have a chance to sketch and perhaps creating a painting of them.
When we reached the fishing pond we found that the only individuals who were visiting it this morning was a small heard of wild horses. These horses are a bit bigger and stockier than Garland and Gloria and they all have long dense "feathers" on their lower legs.
The watering hole is a location that will require our close attention over the winter season since visitors will occasionally fall through the ice when the water freezes. Today the water wasn't frozen at all, but was obviously very cold.
By this point Neldor and I were both starting to mind the cold but thankfully we had visited all of the locations that was on our listed and could now head to the village brewery to speak with Kielreen's aunt.
The Lokken brewery is a surprisingly cozy place, with polished wooden tables and chairs set up in the outer room where customers can sit down and enjoy a taste of the different variety of mead that is available.
Gwenn, who was inspecting us, came out from behind the counter and said, "You two must be our new rangers. Welcome. I'm Gwenn and this is indeed a lucky day as we actually have got some mead for you. Normally we deliver most of it to Ragnar's guests, but there haven't been so many of them lately. Did you know that only visitors are allowed to buy as much mead as they wish? The local people have to pay four times as much for their mead, and the amount is severely restricted."
When Neldor and I had introduced ourselves, I said as Gwenn handed each of us a sample cup of mead, "Kielreen told us that you could tell us more about this big white wolf that has your chieftain wants put down."
For a moment Gwenn looked wary about speaking with us. Then she relaxed slightly and replied, "So, Kielreen told you to come here. Well, I assume that I'd better tell you what I know, then. Now, this big white wolf first showed up in the mountains a year ago, shortly after the death of our beloved chieftain Wulfgar the White. While the people of Lokken fear other wolves, the big white wolf doesn't seem to be hostile at all. On the contrary, people who have met him say that he is almost friendly."
After taking a sip of mead, which was indeed very good, I commented, "He sounds like a beautiful animal."
Gwenn smiled at that and continued, "The villagers think he is sent by the Gods to protect us against our evil new chieftain. I believe they are right. Furthermore, Ragnar Fire Hair, who is also a cruel hunter who loves to face danger and enjoys torturing his victims, seems almost afraid of the white wolf. That's why he gladly encourages others to hunt the creature down."
Neldor commented, "If this wolf is actually a guardian nature spirit it's not going to be possible to take its head to Ragnar, not that we're feeling all that inclined to do such a thing."
Gwenn nodded in agreement before saying, "Very true, but now I'm starting to think that the wolf really is a mortal animal. For almost a year, the white wolf has been watching over our village but now it seems to have disappeared. Two of Ragnar's men were hunting for it a while back. They returned to the village and claimed that they had hit the animal with their poisoned arrows. I fear that the white wolf might be injured or even dead. Those poisoned arrows are really dangerous. I hope I'm wrong. The sight of that wolf was reassuring and with Ragnar Fire Hair as our new chieftain, we really need all the protection we can get. I don't even consider Ragnar our rightful chieftain."
Curious, I inquired, "Why do you say that?"
Gwenn explained, "Ragnar is not a blood relative of Wulfgar the White. As they were only step-brothers he has no right to call himself our chieftain. According to our rules, a new chieftain must marry the widow of the previous one in order to be our rightful leader. Almost a year has passed since the death of Wulfgar but I haven't heard any rumours of a wedding. Wulfgar's wife Sigrid lives in the castle, and I believe that she will sooner or later be forced into a marriage."
Inwardly shuddering and vividly recalling my own fear of being forced into an arranged marriage, I replied, "Having met Ragnar, that makes me feel sorry for Sigrid."
Gwen sighed before saying, "It's a pity that her son Wulfren has disappeared. Otherwise, he would have been the rightful heir of Lokken, but, I assume that he is dead. And if the rumors about him are true, which I doubt, it would be better if he were dead, or he would be killed as soon as his face was seen around here."
Neldor asked, "What rumors are going around if I may ask?"
Gwenn answered, "On the same day Wulfgar was killed, Wulfren disappeared, and he hasn't been seen since then. Ragnar claims that it was Wulfren who killed his father, and that's the reason why he disappeared. No one knows the truth about what happened to Wulfren, but most people believe he is dead. Only his sister Laurenna seems to believe that Wulfren is still alive. You haven't met her, have you?"
I answered, "No. We have only been on the island since yesterday afternoon and have not yet met any of the locals."
Gwenn gestured toward the west as she said, "Since Ragnar threw her out of the castle Laurenna has been living in her father's old hunting cottage. She's a lovely girl, mild and warm-hearted, but since the death of her father she has become sort of a hermit. You would probably find her a bit shy. She's a true country girl and has spent her whole life on the island. She isn't used to strangers and she hasn't learned anything about city manners. Keep that in mind if you decide to visit her. Actually I think it might be a good idea for you to visit."
Neldor assured her, "We'll do so. We want to meet as many of the locals as possible, just to let them know that we're here and protecting the forests." With a warm smile, he added, "And this mead you allowed us to sample is so good that it makes me not miss the rothmeth in Valenwood."
Wrinkling her nose at the mention of the strong drink of fermented meat that the Bosmers of Valenwood favor, Gwenn replied in good humor, "I would hope so."
When we went back outside to where the horses were waiting at the hitching post, I asked hesitantly, "Do you think we should ride over to Laurenna's cabin now?"
Neldor looked toward the east, which was in the opposite direction of the Big Bear and the ranger station before saying regretfully, "If she were closer or in the direction we're going I would say yes, but since this isn't a life or death emergency I think we should put it off until tomorrow. We can stop by while we're checking that area of the woods." He shivered a bit before adding, "Being out in this cold is starting to get to me."
Admittedly a bit relieved, I replied, "Me too. It's beautiful, but we don't want to overdo it while we're getting used to this climate."
As we mounted our horses, Neldor agreed, "Exactly. Now that we've checked everything we should get inside and have a hot meal. Let's stop at the Big Bear."
The little tavern in the wilderness turned out to be a clean and cozy place and is run by a Nord woman named Ingrid. She seemed quite pleased to meet us and was glad to know that rangers would once again be regularly patrolling the forests. After taking our order for a lunch of fried fish and chips (and giving us free drinks as a welcome), Ingrid looked at me and said softly, "Not to pry, but I noticed your accent. You're from Morrowind, aren't you?"
Briefly concerned that the Emperor might have some of his Blades on Lokken, I answered warily, "Yes, I am."
Ingrid gestured toward a tal brown haired Nordic woman who was standing at the end of the bar and told me, "Hellena comes from Dagon Fel. Poor thing, she is so worried about her husband. He disappeared and she doesn't know where to find him. Even if you don't know where he is, maybe you could cheer her up a little?"
I didn't know what we could possibly say that would make things any better, but we figured it would not hurt to introduce ourselves and offer our assistance. As it turned out Hellena had overheard Ingrid asking me if I was from Morrowind and was quite eager to tell us about her situation. After introducing herself, she said, "I'm from Dagon Fel, north of Vvardenfell, if you have ever heard of that place, and I am here looking for my husband. He left for Solstheim more than a year ago, looking for a place where we could open up a clothing shop. I'm a seamstress, but the competition is a bit hard at home. In his last letter, which is very old, he told me that he was going to Lokken and that he would soon write back to me. But I haven't heard a word since then."
I then inquired, "And you have come here to look for him, I take it?"
She nodded wearily, then continued, "I have been here quite a while now, looking for Erik. I know that he has been here, because the ship-master remembers him and so does Ingrid. But he seems to have vanished from the surface of this earth, and I don't know what to do. He hasn't left this place, at least not by boat, and I fear that he might be dead. But, I don't want to go back home until I know what has happened to him. If you happen to find any news about my husband, please let me know. Even if the news is bad, I need to know. I cannot return to Dagon Fel without knowing what happened to him. You know, I believe people here think I'm crazy, hanging around like this, but, when you have lived your whole life together with a man, you cannot just continue as if he had never existed."
Neldor inquired, "Where can we find you if we manage to discover anything?"
Hellena answered eagerly, "I am staying at the Pondering Pony Inn within the village, but I'm usually only there at night. During the day I prefer to be here. There are nearly as many drunken tourists in here."
Even though the trail is quite cold and we don't have any one particular spot to start our search, I assured her, "Well do our best to find your husband."
What Neldor and I certainly didn't say in front of Hellena is that with the trail so cold it was not likely that there was anything left of Erik to find. If he fell pray to wolves or bears his remains would have been devoured by scavengers a long time ago. Still, it hurt nothing to make inquires and search where we could.
Neldor and I both felt quite tired when we returned to the ranger station. Of course we made sure our horses were unsaddled, brushed and comfortable before going inside to light a fire in the fireplace. While we enjoyed the early snow, adjusting to the unfamiliar cold took a good bit of our energy.
This early autumn snow will likely be melted away by tomorrow, for when I lay down to take a nap I could hear rain hitting the roof and the windows. As I snuggled against the soft pillows I could very faintly hear Neldor using his Dwemer notebook to type a letter to his parents and siblings, for he wants them to know where he is and that he's all right. Granted doing such a thing is risky, but Neldor feels that his family has gone through more than enough pain and worry after what happened to him in Cyrodiil.
Now having been on Lokken Island a little over twenty-four hours I am amazed at how at home I feel. This is a good place. Our little group will do well here, I'm certain of it.
