Tiradas, 18th of Last Seed, 4E201
The journey into Skyrim has not been uneventful nor easy. After all my planning and bribery, the murders, the set up, I was ambushed right over the border along with a group of natives. Master would have called them Nords. I thought that my task was over- but how wrong I was. Just as I was set to be decapitated a great beast- a Dragon- swooped out of the sky and attacked. The Legion retreated and we prisoners scattered. Master had made mention of Dragons roaming the world once, but those times were supposedly long past. I will have to write and ask that an addendum be made.
A Legionnaire took some form of pity and led me through their Keep and out to the other side. I do not know who protects him, but for all my training I was not able to kill him and resume the mission. Every attack left him on his knees… just for him to get up once more. Even so, it was intimidating enough that when he beckoned me to come with him to safety, I obliged him. We met at one of their small villages, Riverwood, and his Uncle bid me to take the news of said Dragon to their Jarl. I refused, of course, and attempted to make my way out, only to be stopped by their child. Children do so irk me. I made a promise and was allowed on my way. These simple folk are easy to deceive. I now make my way West to where my target had last been seen. The less I interact with the local populace the less I will have to murder to cover my tracks.