Year 201 of the Fourth Era, Fredas, 22nd of Last Seed

As soon as Valdr and I entered the cave we were set upon by one of the spriggans. Strange wooden oddities that looked part tree and part mer, with a strange green glow emitting from the gaps in their bark. Tough bastards, those things are, and they seem to heal themselves if you beat them down enough. When the spriggan finally fell, I heard the unmistakable growling of a very angry bear. I knew I had a fight on my hands, so I quickly downed a health potion, and charged the monster down. Whenever it would try to snap at me, I'd bash it in the face with my shield, and Valdr pelted its hide with arrows. Deeper in the cave were two more spriggans, and they certainly didn't go down with any less of a fight than their comrades. With the cave cleared, Valdr was satisfied and felt he had successfully avenged his dead friends. He gave me a dagger he claimed was lucky, whatever that means. He went off to give his fellow hunters a proper burial and left me to my own devices. In the cave I found a large chest with a good amount of loot, and even a gold ore vein.

I left the cave and headed south towards Falkreath, coming across a few bandits and some wolves. I'm now resting at the Dead Man's Drink inn. After I get a good night's sleep, I'm going to mingle with the townsfolk and see what they need help with. As much of a backwater town Falkreath is, there's bound to be someone who would be willing to pay for some extra muscle.