BR 2019 Book Submission 2

[Entry 1]

High Rock, one of the few provinces I've yet to see. Still wouldn't have been my first choice, but the Kvatch job got too hot, I knew I shouldn't have trusted that damned Nord. Now I'm a wanted man in my home country. It's fine for him, he can run back up north to Winterhelm or whatever that town of his is called. Well, no point in dwelling on the past. Lets see what this new life brings.

[Entry 2]

Turns out High Rock isn't so different from any other province. Seems wherever you go in Tamriel there are always caravans in need of protection and nobles in need of an escort. I've done enough jobs with Breton mercs that I don't stand out as a total outsider either. My only complaint so far is the rain.

[Entry 3]

I think I've figured it out. They say the Bretons are half Man and half Mer. Well the human side must be Nord and the Mer side is definitely High Elf. These locals, they're as gruff as any Nord I ever met and as haughty as those bloody Thalmor. I'm used to being judged for my profession, but it seems these people are determined not to like me purely out of spite. On top of that, it feels like it hasn't stopped raining since I crossed the border. Maybe the sun just doesn't reach High Rock.

[Entry 4]

Had a run in with the local savages today. Locals call them "Witchmen". I've dealt with my fair share of bandits and mad men in my time, men who like to kill just for fun, but these people are something else entirely. Managed to clear out a rabble of them who tried attacking the caravan I was protecting, and the things I found when they were dealt with... well i'd rather not go into details. There are some things even a hardened merc can't forget.

[Entry 5]

Seems my talents are finally starting to be noticed. I was approached in the inn by a fancy looking man in armour, soaking wet though he was (did I mention it's still raining?), he handed me a contract from a Lord Mortifayne. Wants some kind of amulet retrieving, and he was willing to pay top rate for it. A dark, dingy cave would probably be more welcoming than the locals here anyway, and it's also out of the rain.

[Entry 6]

There more I think about it, the more sceptical I'm becoming. Retrieve an amulet. That's all he said to me. But I've been offered less gold for storming bandit camps, is there something they're not telling me? I'm probably overthinking it. You know what these lords are like, they have so many Septims they don't know how to spend them. Anyway, I'm nearly there now. If I carry on I should make it by nightfall.

[Entry 7]

There's definitely something they're not telling me. I slept on it, and it occurred to me that this Lord Mortifayne has his own men-at-arms, hell one of them gave me the contract. Why didn't he send one of his own lackeys instead of wasting his gold on me? I suppose I can ask him myself when I collect my money. Enough time has passed, I may even use some of it to hire a carriage to go back home to Cyrodiil.

That's all, let me know what you think and any changes you want to know. Looking forward to hearing back from you!