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SPOILER INFO
This fanfic novel is largely based on the events that occurred in an actual game of Skyrim I played. Therefore, it's inevitably a spoiler.
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4-201-12-03 01:39
Alva's House, Morthal, Hjaalmarch, Skyrim
Under beautiful stars and some clouds, we set out for Dånstar.
The pink marker shows our current location.
A heavy snowfall suddenly begins when we reach the highway. In spite of occasional lanterns, one can see almost nothing.
We take a little break in the warm and hospitable, albeit empty, inn in nearby Stonehills. The girls insist I tell them about yesterday with Athragar, so I do, but I'm not too enthusiastic about it. In fact, I'm very confused.
Then we move on to the northeast.
Just where the highway turns east (see the green dot on the map above), I remember that the Pale Imperial Camp is quite near, off the road to our north. We go there. I sell some things to the quartermaster. Now we ought to travel to the east, parallelly to the highway, but it's pitch dark, and I feel strangely tired again even though I've been up for mere three hours. Did I catch something in that thalmor dungeon? A magical self-examination shows I'm healthy. Nevertheless, I can't make myself go out into that horrible snowfall. Better close my eyes for a while in one of these tents. I'll see you after sunrise.
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