the Journal of a Gentleman, Volanare Gaeoth

-The first several pages consist of simple fighter's guild tasks, lists, anatomical drawings and nothing else of note. A large chunk of pages in the front appear to be torn out and missing-

Arrived in the rather Isolated village of Vulkwasten. The fighter's guild chapter is small here, much smaller then I could have hoped for. The town is festering with flies however. From the rumors I have collected, this place is simply too ideal for me to leave. While small, it seems many travel through daily. A fairly bustling gateway town, despite it's northern isolation. The buildings these Bosmer craft are indeed top notch, simply beautiful. Even the Fighter's Guild Barracks are carpeted with soft leather skins. Nothing fresher then a living house. The local inn seem to be the center for this towns entertainment. Common banter has suggested many wild beasts, plants, and horrid insects lurk in the woods capable of stripping all flesh from bone in mere hours. Of course, this will need to be properly tested beforehand.

Oh the woman, such delicate little flowers, especially the golden hues of my fellow Altmer. Even the local Bosmer, rolled in dirt and unpleasant crud, are almost alluring in their rot. Far beneath me, of course. I may yet, however, grow to appreciate them in some manner.

Lady Tarel seems to be enjoying the local greenery. A much needed retreat from our rotting lands back home. Ah, I regret having to leave such a magnificent golden creature with the oxen and common breeds of horse. But, the Palermo is a tough breed of horse, she will endure.

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Ah, the food in this town is exquisite! For a bunch of dirt-clotted elves, these Bosmer know how to cook a good roast! My initial observation of the Inn has proved correct. It is busy. A nest of busy flies. The guards seem a rather might capable bunch, but with the constant crime and petty squabbles, there is plenty else for them to land on. They are stern in their patrols and protocols though, I've yet to meet the Captain.

Some blood was spilled, a Dunmer chap, dragged in by a noble Senche. Oh the teeth and claws on such a beast! One could marvel at such delicate clean cuts they can make...ah but I digress. Rumor has it he was bit by a 'magical wolf', could werewolves be near town as well? It seems he was associated with the Guard in some manner.

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Been waiting, watching. Fighter's guild tasks are indeed most mundane in these parts, unsurprisingly they seemed delighted when I mentioned I will be sticking around this town. Wondering the town borders by night. It is true, Pact Bosmer seem to eat their dead. Barbaric. Disgusting. Filthy. How unfortunate, most unfortunate. May need venture farther outside of town this week.

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A corporal arrived in town, an interesting dilemma. Goes by the name Indarel Enfrid. Why is a Corporal posted here?! In such a remote location? (The rest of the passage seems to be an unreadable crossed out mess.)

Spied the young Bosmer wretch from earlier, Krimie if I recall. Her clothes seemed to be caked in the most rusted of blood. Ah, faded droplets of ruby gems. I do not know the reason for her necklace of bandaged adornments, but it makes my mustache twitch to know more.

The town seems to be in a bit of a commotion over an alleged Skooma operation possibly infecting the area. Disgusting. Skooma, such an abhorrent substance. Where there is Skooma, there is criminal scum. Like lifting up a rotten log, the roaches will come scurrying out eventually.
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