Turdas, 4th of Heartfire 

	There’s something about Falkreath, an air of gloom surrounding the town. Maybe it’s the massive graveyard that the town’s been built around. They say that heroes and warriors used to come to these parts to be buried here, and that many a battle happened on these grounds. Or it could be the constant rainfall, but I’m not complaining, as the clouds keep the sun hidden. But I can tell this place is going to be interesting. For one, the jarl is only a fresh faced boy who seemed little interested in the job other than the fancy title. His uncle ruled before him, but I’m told that they removed him from power when it was known that he’d side with Ulfric Stormcloak. The boy, I’ll need to keep an eye on him however. The job he sent me on to become Thane involved taking out bandits that he was previously colluding with. What they were doing, I don’t know, but I can’t believe it was anything good. 

Another thing, a man came into town some time ago and murdered some kid, ripped her to shreds like a beast. I have half a mind to visit the jail and spit on him, maybe just even figure out why he did such a terrible thing in the first place. And I also got a second job, an elf man requested that I find a journal he lost in a cave to the north. He said he’d pay well, and I have a bit of a soft spot considering I have one myself.

Stenvar seemed like he was feeling better when I came back. I told him we had work, and he asked if it involved killing. I said yes, and he nodded, and then we left. Even though it was daytime when we departed, the rain made travel easy on me, and we chose to go find the elf’s journal because it was closer. The cave itself looked like it had old ruins in it but it was so dilapidated that nothing remained save for a few cracked pillars and a bit of rubble. That should have tipped me off, the place seemed normal enough until a crystal on a stand began shooting magic at me. Not only that, but skeletons roamed this place, servants of a necromancer that now lived here. He went down without much trouble and we found the journal easy enough, but I noticed a table covered in blood as we were getting ready to depart, and I couldn’t help myself to dab my hand in it and lick it up while Stenvar walked ahead. 

Exiting the cave we found it to be nighttime, and this proved useful when taking out those bandits. There were maybe around ten, all separated in groups of three around their camp, and even though we finished that quickly we still couldn’t get back to Falkreath in time to speak to the jarl. Whatever, we’ll just rest in Dead Man’s Drink till morn, but I have little incentive to sleep after running into a man around town that said he was a vampire hunter for a group called the Dawnguard. If I see him again, I’ll keep an eye on him from a distance, I don’t want to end up with my head on a pike.