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Azuyia's Journal
Hi there, reader. It's me, your one and only guide to the fantastick world of all things Zuyi, ha, been on the road, got time to kill.
If you're reading this, I'm either passed on to the skies of Mara or perhaps ensconced in some corridor of shelves where they stack all the heroic stuff. Whatever. You might want to keep in mind that I've already learned a rune that will send you into the night sky and it's hidden in these pages, so if you don't have my permission to read this, put it down and walk away.
Now then! I'm happy to be here in Falkreath, finally. Still sore from the memory of all that riding in a crowded carriage across the high pass. Man! Could some of these Nords use a bath once a month? They call wood elves some name I won't repeat here, it means something about our skin. At least we don't stink like a fekn mammoth cheese gone bad six days ago! I'm at an inn here at a village they call Fletchersgate. Heh maybe because it's the first before you get to Cyrodiilic mountains guarded by highland archers. Some guy sitting here is trying to get me to drink Colovian with him. He thinks I'm impressed by the vintage and I remember the year it was bottled.
