I awoke today sore from swinging that axe. But a shieldmaiden of Skyrim can't afford to stay in bed just because she's sore, so I dragged myself down to the Sleeping Giant Inn and got some breakfast. A bit of ale to numb the pain, too.
While I ate, Orgnar, the cook, told me of a local gang of bandits that have been attacking folks along the road. The Jarl of Whiterun has offered a reward for the killing of their leader. It sounds like a fine way to test my battle skills and prove myself to the Stormcloaks, but I'm certainly not ready for that yet. I don't even have a sword!
After breakfast, I returned to the lumber mill.
I got quite a bit of work done before Hod even got to the mill. I think he was impressed that I was able to lift such heavy logs on my own. He should know better. After all, I'm a Stormcloak's sister!
I worked until midday, then broke for lunch and collected my pay from Hod. I used the bit of coin I got to continue my training with Alvor. Together we forged a half-dozen daggers. I used the leather scraps that were left to piece together a rough fishing net like one I'd seen inside the Riverwood Trader. I must've done a good job, because I managed to catch a few salmon down by the river. I also found a clutch of slaughterfish eggs, which, according to the survival guide I found yesterday, can be used in a potion to protect from freezing water. Not something I need right away, but it could come in handy if I have to venture up into the mountains after those bandits.
I managed to get quite soaked wading in after my net, so I stopped alongside the river to build a campfire and dry out. I managed quite well on my first try, which was encouraging. I warmed myself by the campfire until darkness settled, enjoying the flicker of the flames and the chirping of crickets.
I headed back to Riverwood in the dark, mentally kicking myself for forgetting to bring a light source. Ah, the things you don't think about until after you're out in the wilds. Gerdur was roasting a goat leg when I got home. She hollered at me for being out past dark, so I took my food to my room here to write this journal entry and have an excuse to get away from her.
Now as I sit and rest from my busy day, thoughts of Ralof return to me. Perhaps I shall see him soon.
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