A journal of the imaginationJournal recordings of Valhalla --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3E 1209 8th of FrostfallA journal of the imagination
Cyrodiil Province Skingrad Outpost
Today started as a day of solace, not much out of the ordinary. Upon paying my toll to the owner of the Rosethorn Inn, a lovely old lady who had resided in Skingrad for countless years, I made my way into the city streets which were becoming rather populated with people carrying on about their business. I made my to the bookstore to pick up my new journal and quill
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"We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are."
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