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Bartholomew Hers [Imperial/Nord]
Ari Black-River [Nord/Breton]
Isak Black-River [Nord/Breton]
Sybil Blackstar [Nord/Imperial]
Talia Black-River [Nord/Breton]
Amelia Rose Bertrand
>Arwin Valentia [Breton/Imperial]
Rémi Mac Dara
Seaghdh Mac Dara
Aglariel of Sunhold
It is no secret that there is no love lost between most of my kinsmen and I. Ancano seems determined to constantly remind me of my many failings as a “proper Altmer,” whatever incomprehensible standard that may be. Going on to say I spend entirely too much time with lesser races.
If he tries to delineate upon the fact that all of my companions are lesser—and thus unworthy of my time and attention—again, I believe I will resist the urge to control my fist hurtling toward his nose.
The way to Riften is truly beautiful, and I am finding a sense of calm in my days on the road. Skyrim’s weather has even been agreeable, and I travel in mild weather with the wind at my back.
Rivett has promised to meet me there, and has told me of a house that I might like. I am skeptical, as my cabin near Ivarstead has always been enough and I have never had need of lavish things. I am waiting for him to prove me wrong, I suppose, or I might not even make the journey.
There have been a few dangers on the road; trolls, bears and plenty of wolves—but nothing entirely out of the ordinary. My offensive magic is improved enough from my teachings at the College that I can handle myself quite effectively. Though I generally try to sneak past any unnecessary battle.
The fire is dying down, and the chill is finally beginning to get to my hands so I will close this entry with the hope that I will run across a patch of blue mountain flowers in the morning. My travel-stock is getting low.
I encountered a rather angry cave bear the other day. It seemed I had mistakenly wandered into its territory. However, it’s claws should make for good potion ingredients—while it’s pelt will serve as a fantastic carpet.
The days are delightfully longer now that I have returned to my hut near Ivarstead, though Rivett has recently been pressing me to get a proper house. I do not see what is wrong with my shack…
Though he spends much time away from the College of Winterhold itself, Torrin has many friends among the apprentices there. He also harbors an affection for Brelyna Maryon and her wacky experiments—despite often being the subject to such experiments himself.