I have left Morthal, after slaying that woman who was, as I assumed, an undead. The Jarl rewarded me handsomely, however I have already spent most of it in supplies and spell tomes. I also took down a giant for a 100 gold reward, I'm not sure it was worth it, it was one of the hairiest fights I have ever been through. However spending the night in the giant's well sheltered, very warm and cozy camp was enjoyable, as was the mammoth cheese I gorged myself on.
I went to Whiterun today, things were all in an uproar, everyone talking about dragons. I laughed at them, I haven't seen one since Helgen. But then my laugh came back and slapped me in the face as a dragon appeared from nowhere and burned the Whiterun western watchtower to the ground. The Jarl sent a couple of his best man to take it down, and asked me to accompany them. I did, not because I had any desire of tangling with another dragon, but because I still desperately need coin, and for some reason I would rather fight a flying, fire breathing creature than another giant.
When this dragon fell, which it of course did, the most interesting thing happened. Namely, I absorbed it's soul. What kind of arcane, Nordic magic is this? I shouted, in the Nordic tongue without any knowledge of it. I suddenly felt myself imbued with a power unlike any I have ever felt before. I must learn more, I must! They say that the Greybeards are hermits who live high on a mountain and can teach me more. Perhaps I will take a respite from my wanderings and travel to High Hrothgar to learn from these ancient hermits. I must feel that power again!
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