Day 3 - 6:30 AM - Morthal

Me standing outside of Morthal

As I'm writing this, I'm sitting in the inn in Morthal, eating a meager breakfast of cheese and apple slices that the innkeeper had laid out for me.   It doesn't come close to Ma's hot porridge and honey that she used to feed us on cold mornings but at least it is something to fill my empty stomach before I begin the long walk back to Solitude.

I plan to take my time this morning.  I'm still pretty stiff from all of the work I did yesterday, exploring the respite and retrieving the song from the grasps of those undead, not to mention the huge bruise on my ribs that the dead king left on me before finally dying...again.  That's going to sting for a while.

Before I fell asleep last night, I wrote down a full page of details and notes about my adventure into the crypt.  I know somewhere in all of those notes there is a good ballad in there.  I'm hoping the teachers at the Bard's College will be able to find the diamond in the rough and help me polish it up.

That is, if they're actually going to make me a student of the Bard's College.  They better, after all of this hard work, but I've heard from Pa that sometimes people go against the words.  I really home they're going to follow through.

I should go.  It's a long walk home and I want to turn in the song as soon as possible.