Dear Journal,

My journey has been… interesting to say the least. My Thane was nothing I expected. I expected a tall, strong, Nord, with the face of the Gods. Instead, he is a short, swift Argonian, who was armored surprisingly heavily, and had so many animal skins so is impossible to tell what his body looks like. He is a strange character, always talking to his skull, "Gregory", or himself. He often curses, such as when he was hurt or he is arguing with Gregory, and he curses even more when he's drunk. He always leaves late at night, when he thinks I'm sleeping. I always fall asleep before he comes back. But when he does, he sometimes has blood on his nails, but he doesn't give me an answer why they are. And whenever I ask about his past life, he almost always waves it off. The only question he answered was where he was from. He told me that doesn't know where he was born, but he was raised by an Imperial family.

We've been walking in the wilderness for about a week. I think he actually intentionally strayed off course. He is an enthusiastic cave diver, but he always sneaks through, trying to avoid combat as much as possible. So far, there hasn't been any combat.

Well, that's it for now.

~Until later, Lydia.

Lydia shut her journal as they continued their journey, walking to nowhere and anywhere. She sighed and looked at the Thane. He was talking to Gregory, they were arguing about directions.

"We should've taken a left." Said the skull, harrumphing.

"I'm telling you, this is the right way!" said Caesar, ever enthusiastic.

"You've never been here your whole life, how should you know, oh Great Wizard?"

"You've never been here either, so how would YOU know, Sauron?"

"I just had –"

"We are going the right way, I looked at the map." said Lydia, who was holding a folded piece of paper in her hand.

"See? I told you so, you stupid skull." said Caesar, laughing at Gregory.

"Whatever, fuck you two, I'm going to sleep." said the skull, which Caesar put back on his belt. They were close to Ivarstead, which is at the foot of High Hrothgar. It was high noon, but it was still rather cold. Normally, normal people would've thought Caesar uncomfortable in the cold, but in reality, he was actually livelier in the cold. He was happy whenever he could see his breath.

"Why?" Lydia asked.

"Why what?" asked Caesar.

"Why do you never answer my questions? Whenever I ask about anything you do, you always wave it off. Why?"

"Why haven't you told me about yourself?" he retorted. Lydia was about to say something, but she stopped, looking down. "Stop that."

"What?"

"You're hurt too easily. I was not insulting you, I just merely answered your question." he said, noticing how much she sank. He sighed, "But I know that is not the answer you want, so I will give you a better one; you just need to give me time, I just don't know you yet. I'll warm up, whether it is as friends or in bed." He smirked as she shifted uncomfortably, blushing deeply. He chuckled, his deep voice making it sound hearty. He knew that she didn't find him attractive, most humans didn't, he was an Argonian, after all.

Caesar suddenly stopped, and grabbed Lydia, covering her mouth and listening to the environment. She was muffled, slightly struggling against his strong grip. Suddenly, a few bandits appeared across the field of vision.

"Alright, what I need you to do is go out there and be a distraction." He said.

"WHAT?!" she said, angrily. "I am a Housecarl, not cannonfodder!"

"Who's the Thane here, me or you?" He said.

Lydia sighed and drew her sword, and then she charged, stabbing one of the bandits in the stomach. She drew back her sword, blocking one of the Bandit's strikes with her sword, slashing the Bandit's knee, causing her to buckle over. Lydia slit her throat, parrying the other's oncoming attacks.

Then the Dragonborn flew into battle, with a flame in his left hand, an orcish war ac in the other. He torched every bandit, before dispatching them with a quick chop to the skull, bodies falling left and right. He dispatched the last bandit with a decapitation, his blood spraying all over Caesar.

Lydia was panting from the battle, tired.

"Are you already tired?" He asked

She nodded slowly.

Gregory scoffed disdainfully. "You really need to work on your stanima, woman! I have more stanima than you!"

"You have no limbs." Lydia shot back.

"True, but still. I'd hate to see how long you last in bed. Mara, you must come faster than a horse!" Gregory chortled, his bones claking while he laughed. Lydia blushed extremely deep, glaring at the skull with burning fury.

"If you were just an ordinary talking skull, you wouldn't have a jaw right now." She growled. This made Gregory laugh so hard, that he would be crying, but he can't because he is a skull, so he would just be laughing extremely hard.

"Now Gregory, what did I tell you about harassing my female companions?" Caesar asked the skull in amocking motherly voice, ehich grated with his normal voice.

"That only you could harass them." Gregory said in a mock child voice, his lower jaw moving to the left slightly, to imitate the emotion of pouting. He could show emotion quite well, despite the fact he is a skull.

"Good boy." Caesar said, smiling, patting the skull like a child would a dog, which is ironic, due to it being a Kahjit skull.

"Anyway, let's get going, Lydia! The world isn't going to save itself." He said, taking her hand and skipping like a girl. Lydia sighed and followed.