Dear Farkas,

I have been settling in quite well to the College. We went on an expedition to Saarthal, a place covered in snow and ice. It was an old Nordic ruin of some sort. We found something very strange and I am worried there is more to it than what seems to be there. I stumbled into some part of the site that was not yet discovered and a member of the Psijic Order appeared to me in a vision. They are an ancient order of magic-wielding folk. It was very strange. There were monstrous creatures under Saarthal. I had never seen a Draugr before, and now that I have I never want to see another one again.

I have collected a book on physicality's of werewolves. I don't like this book because it uses the wolves as live experiments. I wonder does it physically pain you when you transform? Wolfsbane is mentioned, but it is incredibly rare and is only found in Solstheim. A friend at the College says that there is a Dunmer wizard in Solstheim that I may be able to contact for Wolfsbane. I will continue as much research as I can and then try to create a draft.

Send Vilkas and Aela my best; I hope to hear from you soon,

Luna

I sealed my letter with wax from a burning candle on my dresser and I left the dormitories to go to the town to find the courier. I had gold in my purse on my belt, but I feared I wouldn't have enough. The snow was heavy outside and the cold began to hurt my skin. I pulled my hood up over my head to keep my ears warm.

The steps down the college to the town were long and I always felt a jolt in my stomach as I walked over the part of the bridge that was almost non-existent. I waddled over the icy parts of the bridge, holding onto the wall for dear life with my hands covered with my warm gloves.

As I walked into the town, my feet sinking into the snow a small amount, I saw that there was no one around. It was early hours of the morning, but the courier was sure to be around. Apparently he was usually found in the inn of Winterhold. I opened the door and snow followed me inside and quickly began to melt on the floor. I saw a man sitting at one of the tables in the inn with an odd hat and a belt with satchels all around it.

'Excuse me,' I asked nervously. The man looked around at me.

'Yes?'

'Are you the courier?' I asked. He nodded once and I began to relax. 'I wondered if you could deliver this letter for me please?'

'Of course. And who would I be delivering this to?' he asked.

'To Farkas of the Companions in Whiterun,' I said. I had practised this line over and over so I sounded professional, as if I had business with the Companions.

'In Jorrvaskr?' he asked. I nodded and smiled. 'That's twenty Septims.' I pulled coins from my purse and handed them over to him along with the letter. He put the coins in one pouch and my letter to Farkas in the other. I nodded to him before heading back to the College.

As I stepped outside into the town again I saw people were awakening. As I passed two Nords I heard them muttering about how they were sick of the College and the mages and how Saarthal should have been left alone. I kept my head down and hurried back up to the College.

Urag sat at his desk, overrun with books and documents and pieces of parchment. The Arcanaeum had such a pleasant scent of books and fresh parchment and ink. Urag looked up at me briefly before shaking his head.

'I don't have any documents on a connection between Saarthal and the Psijic order.'

'Oh,' I said quietly.

'Not anymore anyway. Orthorn stole a number of books when he ran off to Fellglow Keep to join those Summoners,' Urag spat. 'Some kind of a peace offering.' He rolled his eyes.

'And he had books with this information?'

'I believe so. If you want them you'll have to go and get them from him.' He stood up and left with a pile of books in his hands. He then began carefully sorting them into shelves.

'Thanks Urag,' I said, taking my leave from the Arcanaeum. That was a lot less information that I had expected to retrieve from the Arcanaeum. I turned the corner from the Arcanaeum and I jumped back in surprise as a tall figure stood in front of me.

'You there!' he demanded. He was a High Elf with white hair that slicked back on his head. 'I have questions for you. You were in Saarthal, yes? Well it has come to my attention that something was found there.'

'Perhaps,' I replied, looking at him cautiously.

'I am well aware that you have. Tolfdir is still in Saarthal, is he? I expect a full report from him when he returns.'

'What concern of this is yours?' I asked, a little taken aback by his swift demands.

'Something was discovered in Saarthal that was significant enough that Tolfdir sent a new member of the College, alone, to deliver the word… That sounds precisely like the sort of matter that should concern everyone. Especially me. You may go now.' He ushered me out of his way and I stared at him as he left. He was neither a student nor a teacher at the College and he had no business being here that I knew of.

I returned to my dorm where I pulled out a map that Tolfdir had given me, shocked to hear that I had not owned one previously. I guessed a map was of use to me after all. I looked at where Winterhold was marked off and I scanned it with my finger for Fellglow Keep. I spotted it in small print, a little North of Whiterun. That was helpful.

I feared what I would find at that Keep though. I wondered should I ask someone to come with me or should I go alone. No, definitely not alone. Farkas and Vilkas perhaps?

Three days passed and my studies on Werewolves was going well, but my studies on curing them was not. Had I just promised Farkas the impossible? A courier arrived at the College with a letter for me and I feared I would have to reply with a letter telling Farkas how horrible this study for a cure was going.

The courier handed me a letter and a parcel, wrapped in brown wrappings that were poorly tied together. The parcel was a little heavy to my surprised and I wondered what exactly Farkas had sent me. I returned to my dormitory and sat on the bed and opened my letter.

Dear Luna,

I am glad the colege is good. Vilkas has a book for wolfs. I will ask him to let me send it for you. When we turn the chest hurts and legs hurt.

I have used the bow like you showed me. Vilkas says I am getting good. Vilkas and Aela say hello, Kodlak hope you are good. Hope you stay warm in the snow.

-Farkas.

I set down the letter and opened the parcel that he left me and saw it was a book entitled "Lycanthropic Legends of Skyrim". I smiled to myself and hugged the book close to my chest. It was the same book I had found in Vilkas' room before. I could smell Jorrvaskr from the pages of the book as I flicked through it. It was the scent of wet dog and it was kind of sickening but it was familiar and I liked it.