Well, this is just fucking bullshit, diary. I had a new entry almost ready to go, and some ball-licker made off with it. Who in Cyrodiil would want to steal pages out of my personal journal? There’s nothing remotely interesting in it at all. You’d have to have a serious screw loose to spend time reading any of the stuff I write in here. Uh, no offense diary.
Anyway, I’m sure you’re feeling just as violated as I am, so let’s move on. So what was contained inside those thrilling pages I lost? For starters, I’m still dealing with that dumb bastard Agarmir and his apparent refusal to leave his house. I probably should stake out the place just so I’ll know when he leaves, but that’s boring. I’d rather explore the rest of the city, you know?
Speaking of which, I discovered the arena, a place where…well, shit, diary. You’re inanimate, and you probably know what the arena’s all about. Not only can I watch people and monsters brutally kill each other, but I can participate. Yeah. That sounds like a great idea. I’ll just go battle minotaurs with my fur armor and shitty skeleton summon. Don’t get me wrong, though — I’m definitely filing this away for later. There’s probably money involved. And money can buy alcohol.
I also discovered a mysterious plant called a Nirnroot. As soon as I plucked it from the ground, I had a strong feeling that I needed to bring it to a knowledgeable alchemist (read: not me) to find out more about it. Hopefully it’s not an illegal substance, and if it is, hopefully it’s one in high demand.
Wow. Just rewriting that makes me realize how little I’ve really accomplished since my last real entry. I should get crackin’!
After some more schmoozing the random buttholes around the city, I discovered a scary looking elf woman who offered to give me lessons in Security. For a price, of course. Hey, I had money, and I figured some lockpicking lessons would come in handy when I had to break into Agarmir’s empty house. If he ever freaking left it.
I wasn’t quite as rich afterward, but I’m sure my lockpicking skill would cover that at some point in the future. What? Don’t look at me like that, diary. Some of these people are real jerks. They don’t deserve to have nice stuff. Don’t judge me. (more…)