9 PM

After nightfall, I am blessed by another boon of Skyrim: the marvelous Auroras. It is a beautiful serene experience only disturbed by the crisp sound of my footsteps in the frosty snow. I am, however, starting to get rather cold and I decide to stop nearby for the night.

I find a small incline sheltered by high natural walls of stone on both sides. I get a fire going and eat a couple of snowberries and wash down the bitter taste with a large cup of wine. The wind is roaring over the cliffs as I lay down my bedroll on the ground. I feel a bit lonely out here, and I even find myself missing the company of Alvor from Riverwood. I laugh at myself. What am I thinking. Alvor is absolutely horrible. Tomorrow I am off to the city of Riften, where I intend to purchase a horse, and finally have a bottle of Black-Briar mead. I fall fast asleep.

Day 4

8.15 AM

I am back in Ivarstead after an awfully cold night. I heard strange beasts roaming around on the mountain through the night, but thankfully I survived. I stop by the Vilemyr Inn for some warmth and sustenance, before I leave for Riften. The inkeep here speaks enthusiastically about a place called the College of Winterhold. He even marks it down on my map for me. I will try to go there before my journey is over.

11 AM

On my way to Riften I see what appears to be a tavern of sorts called Redwater Den. Here, they are selling a local speciality called Skooma. I am told it is some sort of delicious cold soup. I purchase a bottle from a strange looking man who is cooking it himself — He seems nice. Who knows, the Skooma could come in handy later.

1 PM

I am finally inside the gates of Riften. I immediately decide to locate the Bee and Barb: a fine establishment selling large bottles of Black-Briar mead. I ask an exotic-looking woman called Marise how to get there. She points me in the right direction, and to my delight, she also sells big delicious looking sweetrolls. I purchase one, and proudly parade down the main street grasping my precious cake. Before I know what is happening, it is snatched from my very hand by a thief who makes away with my beloved treat. I can feel the anger heating up my face, and I walk briskly intending to report this injustice to the guards. I am, however, not getting the reaction I was expecting, as this crime is nonchalantly met with a snide remark “What is the matter? Someone stole your sweetroll?”. YES that is what I am conveying to you, good sir. Getting absolutely no empathy from the men appointed to keep these kinds of cake-related horrors from happening, I finally lose my temper and slap the guard in the face with the back of my hand, making his helmet fall from his stupid head. I am instantly arrested, and taken to a dirty little cell in the Riften jail. They even confiscate the soup I purchased earlier for some reason.