Well, you know now we've made it to Vvardenfell, since our friend Theman read through you as I slept. A lock spell after writing this should restore your peace, muthsera. Strange, isn't it? We are not used to having company around to require such measures. We arrived just yesterday, borne by a silt strider the Emperor's men provided. This is a huge place. I am still quite lost on my own.
Theman seemed genuinely moved by our conversations, though. The glib suggestions I share more than the floor of his tiny apartment have vanished. Or perhaps it was my outrage at catching him with you that stilled them. He is obviously gone for the moment...but he did not boot me out on his way, so I do not think I frightened or angered him too deeply.
The innuendoes were my own fault, though. The club Eight Plates was my first stop in this Balmora, masking the hunger I felt as hunger of another sort...selling a glance from beneath lidded eyes for a plate of greasy rat and a corner to sleep in, and perhaps a pocket to pick.
But what a feast it was! Crab, and flin! For what I was playing at selling, the Dunmer was hardly haggling. I almost felt guilt, knowing full well I was using him as he thought to use me.
Yes...Dunmer. He is small, and thinner than even me in my destitution. Like all Dunmer...a sharp splinter of shadow, eyes burning like the foyada. I was more than a little surprised. I expected a drunken Nord to rise to my bait, or even a Bosmer...not a very sober Dark Elf. He seems very disillusioned with his House, Telvanni...soothing it with another illusion, perhaps.
But I will not stay much longer. My keepers cheapened me enough, without me truly cheapening myself. I should thank the Emperor, regardless of the outcome of meeting this Caius Cosades. The abduction to this place is far less a violation than the one they had in store for me back there. Whoring disguised as slavery disguised as setting an orphan to honest work. After catching me at last, after so many years...they may have simply killed me outright. Had I known parents, they surely would have.
So much interest over the fact I am orphaned, found under the sign of The Tower. And they sneer at ME as being a strange outlander.
I would pick his pockets, but by the looks of this place, he already gave me his wealth with that meal.
Until next time, muthsera.