AN: Sorry about the long wait! I wanted to wait until I finished the next chapter before posting this one. And the next chapter turned out to be a long one!

Dear diary,

Praise Boethia the amulet has been found! All we have to do is win it back. After Hundolin found it, we discussed staging a heist. I'm sure that if Caius and Jauffre could manage to agree on something, it would be to just take it, but really, where's the fun in that? I can get back to fighting and I can get the amulet back. Two birds, one warhammer, or something.

Yesterday, we headed back the imperial city. It feels weird to say "we." But it's nice, I think.

I don't know why I decided to keep this guy around after he told me about the amulet. Truth be told, I don't remember seeing any puny elves hanging around the Blades, but he must be with them if he knows about the amulet. Maybe it's because he looks a little familiar, but I can't remember how I know him. Maybe I thought it was funny to drag around a little elf, or that he was funny. Which he is, when he isn't looking like a beaten puppy.

Oh well. I'm just glad to be heading back. Sort of. I've got a lot of explaining to do.

Love, Gargak gra-Nolob

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Dear Diary,

Mama's letter is keeping me up all night. I'm trying to get back to the arena as fast as I can, I'm just lucky that it just so happens to be where the Blades want me now too. I'm so sick of being bossed around by everyone.

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Dear diary,

It's been 3 days since I left cloud ruler temple. I miss seeing him. I've never met a guy like him. Sensitive. Handsome. Intelligent. He's not like the orc boys at all that Mama keeps making me hang out with.

Oh, Martin's so soft spoken and well read. Of course he wouldn't care about an ugly orc girl like me but why can't I try? He was all trying to avoid eye contact with me last time. I think he's shy! ❤ ❤ ❤

Well, I'd better get to bed. That little wood elf with the weird hairdo is wondering what I'm giggling about. Good night, diary!

Love, Mrs. Gargak gra-Nolob Septim ❤ XOXOX ❤

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Dear diary,

Another one of those portals to oblivion showed up. We're going through a tight ravine. I don't think there's any way around it.

That tiny elf has been shaking like a leaf. Isn't he supposed to be one of the Blades or something? So much for not judging a book by its cover

The only way to get out is to go through. I've done it before.

Wish me luck, diary.

Dear Diary,

I've lost track of how long we've been in this hell hole. It's so tiring. Sleeping's a terrible idea, and it's so sweltering in here anyway. We don't have a whole lot of water, so it's kind of a big deal.

And who is this little shrimp, anyway? He is so useless in here! I haven't seen him cast a spell or draw a weapon once. He's always squeaking and recoiling and I have to keep saving him. Honestly, what do the Blades see in him?

Whatever, I need to get going. Love you diary!

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Dear Diary,

That little elf, he died. Fell off a bridge between the towers when a Clannfear ambushed us. That thing nearly knocked me off too. I killed it, and I tried to find the elf's body. Gone. Probably dragged off by some Daedra for them to eat. That's what they do, right? I had to give up and just take the Sigil Stone and get out of there.

I'm finally back in our world and able to get water and some rest, but I just can't sleep! Why does this stuff still bother me? Mama says it's not very orc - like. Understandable. Like I don't kill people all the time in the ring or anything! Jeez.

I don't know. That elf boy. He was kind of weird, really quiet, but he wasn't a bad guy. He was no warrior. Maybe that's why it bugs me. Kind of like those people at Kvatch.

Ugh, whatever. People die. They die all the time! I can't just cry about it like some weakling. I don't need to get all upset and write about my precious widdle feelings!

Stupid diary.