Sundas, 24th of Last Seed

	By the eight, I was right! The Black-Briar Estate was filled to the brim with guards armed to the teeth, all covered in heavy plate. It couldn’t have been a simple coincidence that they were all waiting for me by the door either. That fool Sibbi must have let on about my plan, but maybe I’m the fool for thinking he’d keep his mouth shut. 

I was chased so far out of town that I think I shan’t be returning. I’ve thought very hard about my predicament and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not well equipped enough to handle the mess that Riften’s in. Maven has sway over the guild; they’ll know about me and slit my throat the first chance they get. Well, that’s if the Dark Brotherhood doesn’t kill me first. They’re after me now too, stated by a death contract on the assassin that I encountered earlier. I don’t even have to guess on who ordered that; I was told that the Black-Briar’s have in’s with the brotherhood. 

So my plan now is to head north to Windhelm, restock, and then take a carriage to Solitude so I can do what I originally came to Skyrim for, help the Empire in its war against the Stormcloak rebellion. I’d like to bring in the head of Ulfric, but he’ll be locked up in his keep with guards in every room. 

Travel has been… unsteady. Besides that failed assassination attempt, I was ambushed by a group of my own undead kin. It just goes to show how far one can fall, attacking one of their own just for a chance to taste blood. Thankfully, a Khajiit caravan just so happened to wander up while I was under attack and aided me, most likely saving my life. In return I’ve accompanied them up the road and have provided protection against the many dangers that one would come to expect. While we walked, I got to know one of the Khajiit guards a bit. He told me about how their group was under constant threat of raiders and that during one attack, a moon amulet that his mother had given him was stolen. I’ve agreed to find it for him; I’ll need to remember to come back to the region and do that later. 

Now I’m almost to Windhelm, but the sun’s showing itself, so I’ve taken shelter in a little inn called Braidwood. I’ll rest up and be back on the road at nightfall.