Morndas, 25th of Last Seed

	It really is a pain in the rear that shops only open during daylight hours. I can’t tell you how foolish one looks scampering between buildings like a headless chicken. Windhelm isn’t that bad; the constant cloud cover makes sunlight a minor issue. Hopefully the overcast stays this thick in Solitude, or I might have to adapt something less revealing.  

While I was out buying potions I overheard the shopkeep having an argument with his assistant, and when I inquired about it the alchemist brought up something called the white phial and how he had little means of retrieving it for himself. Now, I’m being employed to head into a cave or ruin or whatever to take it. It seems like there could be dangers in this place considering the thing hasn’t been unearthed until now, which is why I’ve gone and hired some extra muscle. I met a strong looking man in the inn today named Stenvar, and he’ll accompany me tonight for the white phial so I can see just what he can do. I don’t have much worry, as he looks like he’s had years of combat experience; and if we make it out alright, then he’ll be coming with me to Solitude. I hope he doesn’t have gripes with the Empire; it seems like few in Windhelm like our type.