Year 201 of the Fourth Era, Morndas, 18th of Last Seed

Well, I said I wanted a fight, and I sure as Oblivion got it! The chief's lackey's weren't of an issue to me, but he himself wielded that greatsword well. He got in a few hits on me, and I had to scurry down the tower to slurp up a potion. He followed me down, and we danced for a little while, but I eventually got enough damage in to bring the bastard down. I think I'll keep his helmet as a trophy, ha ha! He had some good stuff stashed away in that tower of his. A bit of gold, and an enchanted ring and bow. When I wear the ring I feel...I don't know, smarter? More apt? I don't know what to call it, but it's got a fine blue glow, and is going to fetch a fine price I can tell. More of a face-basher type of orc myself, so I'll pawn off the bow, too. I've got no use for it. Now to get back to Whiterun, collect on my hard work, get roaring drunk, and pass out in the Bannered Mare! Getting out of this damn rain would be nice, too.