Day 3: Call me the Lumberjack

I wake up a little early, as a habit I have made. I am immediately greeted by an attractive young woman walking into my room.

How rude! Not even a "Housekeeping!" to announce your presence?

She isn't wearing all that much for cold old Skyrim and she then seats in my rented chair. I approach her and she immediately shouts about there being a handsome man in Falkreath. HEY HEY! Things are looking really up! I'm already getting the ladies, must be my smexy bandit hat.

Of course I try talking to her and perhaps pursuing the relationship further, but of course she just tries to sell me some mead. Hey lady, I like mead as well as the next Nord, but COME ON!

I head out the inn, its usual drunken populace lounging about the lobby (the priest included); it's another dreary, rainy day in Falkreath. I eat an apple and some bread again on the doorsteps of the inn, then head over to the chopping block. I start hacking away at those small logs that someone hauled and stacked instead of chopped.

As I am hacking away I determine that if I am to start hunting and gathering in the nearby area, I will need enough coin to purchase a set of armor, or forge it, and some more arrows and a sword or hand-axe. I cannot simply keep chopping otherwise what's the point of doing this style play through? Plus, it's really boring watching Stigand chop away, even if he is wearing his purdy hat.

I had walked to the mill looking to sell the firewood at a much faster rate, but for some reason the miller wouldn't pay me to chop the wood. After chopping for about two hours (game-time mind you) I head to the general store, sell the wood and purchase some hides to make my armor that I would wear.

As I hack away I think about what I am to do, I am growing weary of passing time in the dreary little hold. I think back to the woman who woke me up and called me handsome, maybe I could marry her. But, why would anyone find Stigand attractive? He has a nasty hanging 'stache. I quickly forget about that lead. I even strike an idea. THE IRON ORE, from my first day in Falkreath. I could buy a pickaxe and start gathering ore then making stuff. I head to the general store, sell the wood that I was carrying and look for a pickaxe… OF COURSE, there isn't one.

After a meager lunch I head back to the blacksmith, hoping to craft some armor and find a pickaxe. I make a rudimentary set of hide armor and couldn't find a pickaxe. I then head back to the chopping block, might as well scrape as many coins as I can right?

It starts raining in dreary old Falkreath and I am thankful of my purdy bandit hat that makes me so darn handsome. As I am hacking away I wonder who it had been that piled these little blocks of wood and didn't finish the job. Then I remember that old guy and how lazy he was, I assume that that's just the way it is here in dreary old Falkreath, everyone so darn lazy.

The hours DRAG by as I hack away at those blocks. All I have to help pass the time is the music that plays in my head, with an annoying trumpet being more prominent. Seriously, who is playing that?!

I stroll to the general store sell my firewood and then head to the inn. I eat a supper of cold beef, bread, and some mead. I then rent my room again and head to my chair. I sit waiting and listening as I always do. I even drink another bottle of mead, pleased at my haul of the day. I am sitting at 359 septims.

I then head to bed again.

Tomorrow is the big day, the day I become a predator of the forest and hunt the wild beasts that roam therein.