JoS/Halvor/1st Journal - A Letter From a Friend

Last Seed, 18th, 4E 201

As of late, I've been keeping to myself. After months of adventuring out in Tamriel, it's been nice to take it easy for a while. I've spent the last few weeks furnishing Hjerim, my new home in Windhelm. Now that I've hung some of my favorite trophies from my travels, it's actually starting to feel like home. It's crazy to think I've owned the place for almost a year now. Of course, I've been gone most of that time. Save for the occasional night or two as I pass through town, I haven't been living here at all. I've had to force myself to slow down a bit, but a little R&R is just what I've needed. After my latest trip to Morrowind proved a little crazier than I expected, relaxing back home has been nice.

It seems my time to relax has come to an end, though. This morning, a courier stopped by with a letter from Jarl Balrguuf. It didn't say much, only that he needs my help with something and that it's urgent. I really could use a little more time to finish getting things settled here. With rumors of a dragon destroying Helgen and the civil war heating up, it doesn't sound like the best time to be running around Skyrim alone either. But if there's one thing I have never been good at, it's saying no to a friend. Jarl or Whiterun or not, I can't bring myself to turn him down. My steward can hold down the fort here while I'm gone and with any luck, I'll be back before too long. Whiterun isn't all that far anyways. It's not like I'm planning to leave Skyrim this time.

My day was spent making arrangements and packing my bags once again. I sent word to Ulundil, the dark elf who runs the stables to make sure my horse is ready. My steward went to the market to buy food I'll need for the road. Tomorrow morning, I'll be heading out at first light.