Year 201 of the Fourth Era, Loredas, 23rd of Last Seed

Real unfortunate turn of events. The bounty I was assigned was against a bandit chief, that I knew. But what I didn't know was that this chief was that he was about to set up his own stronghold and create a clan. Can't help but feel a little bad about smashing the future of fellow orcs like that, but maybe they wouldn't have lasted long anyway, as their combat prowess left much to be desired. One of the residents ran right through the gate of the stronghold wall to fight me. He was a young one, with his fangs barely reaching his upper lip. I backstepped out of the way of his warhammer, and struck him down as he was winding up his second swing. The rest in the camp fell just as easily. The chief himself was more seasoned, and didn't swing his weapons with the reckless abandon his clansmates did. It was a good fight, and I'd like to think I gave him an honorable death. I suppose there is one bright side to this: The mine this clan was set up in was an orichalcum mine, with quite a few veins. This will be a good source of material for upgrading my gear, and perhaps even create my own traditional orc armor.

I've turned in my bounty and got paid. There seems to be little else that needs doing in Falkreath, so I shall rest up and head out wherever the winds take me...or wherever the signs point.