Fredas, 20th of the Last Seed, 4E 201
Dear Journal,
We've at last reached the Greybeards. After ceaseless hours of wandering the mountains, to the point these leather pants completely chafed my thighs, the Dragonborn finally found her goal. Throughout the journey, we encountered many enemies. I was impressed by her ability to sneak through the trees and evade a wolf, but then she ran head-on into a deserted town and started throwing lightning at a bunch of bandits. By the time I realized what was happening and drew my bow, she had already killed them. She looked at me like I was worthless. I asked if there was anything I could help with, and she turned and walked away.
However, further along the path, she treated a hunter the same way. Approached the woman, stood in front of her enough for the woman to say something, and then simply ran off without a word. At first, I thought the Dragonborn might be cold and an expert practitioner of stoicism; now... I'm not so sure about her mannerisms.
Sincerely yours,
Lydia
P.S. Have you ever been struck by accidental lightning? Fought a wild, angry bear? Walked all the way to Ivarstead just to be told to go back and circle the giant mountain and climb 7,000 steps? One thing is certain with the Dragonborn: I'm going to have blistered feet until I die.