[before I started this, I thought oh yes, I’ll just write up my playthrough in the form of diary. easy I thought. I soon realised that just writing up the quests as is, was very boring so I tried a different angle so I could comment on events rather than narrate them step by step. However, that needed context, which led to ‘story’ and here we are. I’m not a fiction writer (clearly!), I wouldn’t even describe myself as a writer but for some reason I’m really enjoying this, as awful as it is. apologies to anyone who reads
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Delvin is in for it. He knew how happy I was not to be sent north, so which job did he pick for me? One in Windhelm, that miserable, frozen, elf-hating stronghold of the Stormcloaks. Luckily it is so cold, no one is questioning why my hood is pulled so low. I’ve rented a room in Candlehearth Hall, which is at least warm if a bit draughty and I can finally leave tomorrow, when hopefully the sun might make an appearance – not that it’ll make much difference up here.
The job here turned out to be very interesting, I think the guild will find this hilarious. I was sent here to collect a valuable candlestick from a prominent family, however this place is a maze. So, I was chatting to a local storekeeper, casually getting information about where I might find the residence I was looking for, and it turns out that he had accidentally bought a stolen ring. Ho hum, not my problem was my immediate thought. I couldn’t stop laughing when I realised this ring was owned by the very person I would be visiting! The irony was too delicious to pass up! Return the ring and get paid, take the candlestick and… get paid!
