24th of Last Seed, 4E 201
Midnight
Just north of the Half-Moon Mill, I happened upon a turned over carriage. Upon further investigation I found a deceased Khajiit merchant, all of his valuables were taken, all that was left was a few pans and his mediocre clothes
which were cut off his body.
A few minutes to the west I found a group of Imperial soldiers from fighting some Forsworn, I suspect the Forsworn were responsible for the Khajiit's demise, the Imperials didn't seem to care about the Khajiit, they just wanted to wet their blades. I decided to give the Imperials a hand in defeating the Forsworn, they weren't too happy getting help from an elf, but they were glad nonetheless. They claimed to be from Fort Sungard, just starting their patrol on the road to Falkreath.
An hour later I stumbled upon a fellow named Ri'saad who ran a caravan with some other khajiit, I led them to the unnamed Khajiit. One of their members, Khayla, knew some advanced Restoration magicka. She couldn't revive the merchant, but at the very least they were able to give him a proper Khajiit burial.
Hopefully I'll run into them once more again, they had a few good tales about drunken Nords they had met in their travels along the roads. Falkreath here I come.
Noon
I've reached Falkreath, damn vampires got another 2 guards while I was gone. I know the guards have been getting tired of the long boring shifts and praying for more action, but I know they never wanted this much. A few rookie bandits maybe, but not century-old vampires. . .
Hopefully Lod hasn't closed shop yet, he's always glad to take the gear that I've pillaged from the various bandit camps in the hold. Maybe I'll even crash on a bed at Dead Man's Drink after a few bottles of mead.