So it's been a while once more. I went to the city Ralof wanted me to go to. It wasn't the most welcoming of places, in terms of the guards, but it's a beautiful place. Whiterun. I like it here.
I have yet to see the Jarl like I was asked to, I've gotten distracted by something far more interesting. I feel almost guilty, being distracted from a town's danger of a dragon, but nonetheless, let me go on. As I was traveling along the road to this city, I was met by an...interesting sight. A giant, seemingly doing all it could to destroy a small farm. There was a group of warriors that were trying to stop it- I thought for sure they'd get flung into Oblivion by the dreadful thing. But they didn't. They killed it within minutes.
I stepped forward, intent on introducing myself (on hindsight, this might not have been the best idea, considering that they might have been bandits or something of the like), but instead of a friendly welcome like I had expected (I don't know why I expected this, come to think of it), they responded angrily, reprimanding me for not having joined the fight alongside them. Okay. At least they didn't kill me.
I tried explaining that I'm from a farm in Cyrodil, and the whole concept of fighting is still new to me. But that did not seem to matter in the slightest to them. However, I was invited to join their guild- The Companions, housed here in Whiterun (so they're not vagabonds after all, a big relief). I think that I'm going to join them. They could teach me how to fight, and if I get paid doing that... I might just survive. Given that I don't have any money, food, or clothing other than the bloodstained armor that I picked up in Helgen while trying to escape, my options are limited.
And...there's still the threat of a dragon attack, at any time. I still feel sick to my stomach over the one I saw. If all dragons are like this...I mean...there could be more! And if they're all like that...by the nine... I don't know if even the strongest of warriors can protect us.
Unless I can learn to fight them. I'm joining the companions, right? They've promised me food and board if I join, and I imagine they can train me to some extent. They told me how skilled their members are...
Yeah, that's what I'll do. I think I'll become a mercenary while I'm at it. Fighting monsters, earning copious amounts of gold... It sounds so exciting.. And it's much more than the life I was promised back home. Home. I shouldn't be calling it that anymore. Whiterun -no, Skyrim- is my home now. The time spent back in Cyrodil is now only a memory... How strange that feels.
I hope that some day, I can see my family again, but... I don't intend on returning.
Now, I should probably go talk to the Jarl like Gerdur asked me. Hopefully they're smarter than the barons back in Cyrodil, and they'll actually listen to me because of an oncoming threat, instead of laugh in my face and throw me out (only for them to be slaughtered later by a troupe of Redguard usuurpers intent on forcefully expanding the land owned by their clan).
See you soon.
-Kora Bloodtooth.