Bosmer Traveller's Diary
30th day of First Seed, Tirdas
This camp is similar to dozens of others that we have camped while travelling. A self-made shed, sleeping bags, boxes from a cart.
The same day as any other.
1st day of Rain's Hand, Middas
Heavy rain began at night, and there're still no gaps in the clouds. And clouds are not visible - a solid wall of rain rounds us. The shed doesn't help, sleeping bags are wet. Meldor is gloomy and uncommunicative, and this Khajiit mercenary even did not even introduced himself. Made a contract with Meldor somewhere beforehand.
2nd day of Rain's Hand, Turdas
Rain lets up, but the road is more like a stream. The cart will not pass a feet.
I heard screams at night. Meldor said it was thunder, and I'm too worried.
The Khajiit went somewhere. Returned and whispered with Meldor, very quiet, I could not make out anything with the rustle of the rain drops.
Real travelling with the merchant differs from the tavern tales.
3rd day of Rain's Hand, Fredas
Something happened at night. I woke up, and the rain goes, but there was neither Meldor nor the Khajiit in the camp.
I didn't think that it would be so scary to be alone.
I think I heard a loud voices in the distance. Meldor probably would say that it's my imagination.
Can't sit back and wait any longer. I am going to go and search for traces - the ground is wet, there must be something!
I just heard voices, but can't understand from where.
Y'ffre bless me! I'm back, and there's Meldor's body nailed to the tree with arrows.
I don't know what to do.
Can't stay here.
I don't know where to go.