Date: Sundas, 8th day of Sun's Dawn, 4E 202

Hello my journal, a dear friend that I have been neglecting for a while. A lot of things have happened since we last spoke. Not many moons ago my mother past and my father had a breakdown and skipped town leaving me to fend for myself in this wretched place we call Windhelm. When Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak heard work of what had happened he sent me away to Riften so I could live with the other orphans at Honorhall Orphanage despite my attempts to persuade him that I'm old enough to care for myself. Now I'm stuck here with a horrible woman they call Grelod The kind, who's name is quite contradicting to the way she treats us. Well I better be going before Grelod finds hat I've been keeping you a secret from her and tears you to shreds,

Your Dearest Friend,

Aventus Aretino