Year 201 of the Fourth Era, Turdas, 21st of Last Seed

Like a woodsman's axe to a dead tree, those scum fell to us swiftly and pathetically! I've grown to have great respect and admiration for Uthgerd. She is ruthless, strong, and not without good humor. After scrounging around the barrels of the bandits and making something out of the foodstuffs, we talked over our meal and mead. I inquired why she loved to fight so much. It may seem like a silly question to ask a woman like Uthgerd, but everyone's reason for engaging in combat is different. For some, it is the thrill of the fight, and the adrenaline that pumps through their veins, powering each strike against their opponent. For others it is simply what they know, and it's what they're good at; this is my reason for fighting. Uthgerd shared a nord proverb: "The heat of the battle is the fire that forges the strongest blade". It rings true. Through battle, you grow hardier, you learn how to survive, and you learn to appreciate the days the gods give you on Nirn. Your will becomes indomitable, and all fall to your blade despite all odds. 

We searched through the chests of the bandit chief, and found something very interesting. A treasure map, noting a cache near Whiterun. It shows a first-person perspective of a windmill, and a red circle surrounds an outcropping in the hillside behind it. We went back to Whiterun, claimed our gold, and Uthgerd bid me farewell and went back to the Bannered Mare for rest. I've decided to find that cache. Whatever it is, those bandits certainly don't need it anymore.