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As it turned out, Dairihill was no old fuddy duddy court functionary, but a surprisingly young wood elf to be put in charge of the day-to-day of Castle Anvil. As was typical of her kind, she had a very square chin, but the long autumn-leaf brown hair that framed her face muted it somewhat, and combined with her good height, from a distance she might have been mistaken for an altmer. Her most striking feature was her exotic eyes -- whereas typically the iris and sclera have a highly contrasted colour, hers were dark brown and black, respectively, and I like to fondly think of her as having "midnight eyes". If she weren't so ready with her smile, she could have come off rather sinister. Dairihill evidently held Carahil in high regard because although she was quick to say there were no openings at the castle at this time, she was also slightly embarrassed. Perhaps she had felt put on at short notice to find something for me as a favour to her friend. I quickly put her ...

After becoming the "hero of the Gold Road", I was pooped and done for the day, really. Though it was bound to generate gossip, at Carahil's gentle insistence I dallied with her till morning. I fully admit that I was fond of her and our delightful conversations and I really needed no nudging on her part, though in the back of my mind I knew it was a mistake. We woke late and had a lovely private brunch upstairs, leaving the Mages Guild to putter along without Carahil's oversight for a few more hours. As the head of the Anvil Mages Guild, Carahil had a reputation for "running a clean hall" -- everything aboveboard and a bit strict -- so it nagged at me that I might be a corrupting influence. I think there was a similar feeling in her, and somehow we came, not awkwardly (thankfully) to an agreement that our relationship (at least in its current form) had to come to an end. The public manner in which it had unfolded so far, and her being quite a bit older than...

A sidetrip to a nearby wayshrine to Mara nearly cost me my life the second time in the same day!--A khajiit highwayman accosted me. Funnily enough, while he was trying to cleave my head in two after I told him I didn't have a hundred gold on me, a timber wolf dashes up and tries to bite his pecker off. Honestly! Tamriel is such a deadly place! I dispatch him, then the wolf, and limped the rest of the way to Brina Cross. There, I met my contact, Arielle Jurard . A rather pretty woman, maybe a bit worn from being in the battlemage division of the Imperial Legion, but still loyal to the empire and taking her job very seriously. And a rather lousy actress, I'm afraid. After quickly whispering some basic instructions to be vocal about being a merchant and to take a room for a more private briefing, she fairly yelled out in an overdone-ham-acting sort of way, "No, friend. I'm afraid I don't know the way to Cheydinhal , but good luck in your travels. Please excuse m...

On my way out of Anvil -- and I swear this is true -- some frantic-looking man armed like a mercenary rushed up and asked if I were a strong hero or something, and wanting help with some bandits. Honestly, he was a lunatic. I tried to give him the brush-off but he became annoyed and kept insulting me, calling me a mudcrab . I had enough and, with every intention of turning his sorry case over to the nearest city watchman, I told him what he wanted to hear -- that yes, I was strong hero, so lets go. Then he draws his two handed sword and takes a swing at me. I cry bloody murder of course, but by the time the watch had rushed over, I had managed to -- narrowly -- dispatch him. After that -- and I'm not even sure this really happened -- an apparition of a green-eyed woman in a black hooded outfit spoke to me. Mumbled some psychotic garbage about how she enjoyed seeing me kill this person and gave me some veiled threat about joining her in something or other, "or else". I d...

My first move in Anvil was to -- you guessed it -- make friends and connections. I joined the local Mages Guild . (I didn't want anything to do with the local Legion, of course.) The head of the guild was a rather somber-looking Altmer of past middle age, by the name of Carahil . I had intended to be just playfully flirty given our age difference, but I think she was rather too flattered and I had inadvertently stroked her inner cougar because we ended up finalizing my membership in the Mages Guild in her private quarters, and then in her bed. I assure you it's not like I had intended on seducing her quite so far on our very first meeting (and sleeping with the boss is a delicate matter, as you can imagine) but one didn't turn down such opportunities, especially when she really was an intelligent companion, delightful to chat with... and wonderfully willing in bed... Carahil, Head of the Anvil Mages Guild by Fantasy_Art Much later, after we were well rested, I gent...

It's not even evening and I've killed three people already! I'm sorry, but I needed to get that off my chest. Finally I'm able to write again! I'm lying low in Tamriel after the scandal at the Legion HQ and have only this afternoon arrived by ship on the mainland, in the south-western port city of Anvil. I thought I might as well look for my half-sister Estelle as something to do while in exile. Yes, I'm exiled, more or less. To protect Lexie's station at the Legion , I asked her to dishonourably discharge me. That way, Lexie (actually, "Captain Lex"; although her soldiers often referred to her fondly as "Sexy Lexie") could politically distance herself from me and whatever our liaisons had ultimately caused. Making friends and deepening meaningful relationships (with or without rolling around in bed, mind you) has always served me well, and at the Imperial Legion, Captain Lex was not only a lovely friend with benefits but one with som...