Loredas, 6th of Heartfire 
	
	The first day of our journey has proved to be glorious indeed. Ivarstead was a bit of a slow start, and the only thing I can say was worth seeing there was the towering High Hrothgar. We only spent maybe three hours there before leaving, then heading into more dangerous regions in search for bandits. Lo and behold, bandits we found, but not the ones we were searching for. A fort stood in our path filled to the brim with outlaws, and for a moment we found ourselves trading arrows with a few of the wretches that mounted the walls. That’s when we met a group who came to our aid, who when the archers were shot down, asked us to help them in taking the fort. The leader claimed that these brigands had captured his family, but he didn’t need to explain himself if only because he was offering gold. Now, this challenge was more on our level, the group was sizeable with well-armed men who knew their way around a stocked fort. I believe they might have been deserters in the war, but from which side I cannot be sure. We didn’t end up finding the man’s family in that keep, but we got paid all the same. 

The bandits that came next paled in comparison to what we just faced; only amassing to a measly three in total. I found the amulet I was searching for in a chest along with some weapons that should fetch a good price in Windhelm. 

By the time we arrived in Kynesgrove, night had followed, and with the looming darkness came a dragon. Mortified, I ran for cover, but became slightly more confident when I saw that this one spewed not fire, but ice. With my newfound courage, I assisted the local guard in the attack, the group of us raining arrows into its scales and bringing it toppling to a rest only mere feet from the Inn. Now we’re here in Braidwood drinking to our victory, us and the guardsmen chugging a free round that the barkeep provided and celebrating the night away. It’s almost ironic; here I am, partaking in merriment with Stormcloak soldiers, men and woman that I may very well kill in battle in the following weeks. For now though, I may call them friend, and I plan to buy the next few rounds. If the group breaks out in a cheer for Ulfric and his Stormcloaks, then Oblivion, I’ll join them in their praises. After all, the jarl of Windhelm is going to need all the help he can get if he’s going to win this war.