The guards never liked me doing my magic - which was weird because I read Nords have always done magic before the Empire had taken over - so I decided I'd get more done and avoid distractions by transmuting the ore within Halted Stream Camp instead of hauling it to Whiterun, first. It was funny how much ore you found within the camp: in cracks and crevices within the walls, floors.

        I was mislead to the mammoth trap of many sharpened pegs, and retreated to the inner cave, again, stealing, or trying to, any potions I forgot. But I only saw mead. I hated mead. I also took some mammoth snouts for steak, if I could make it, and tusks, to sell.

       Lydia stood watch, guarding the gates with her eyes as I plundered. I even harvested fly amanita that I didn't get when I first came here. I loved me some fly amanita, even though I had the least perception of what it actually was: pinkish-orange, with little mushroom heads: but learning its properties not many hours ago, I decided that it would be useful for future alchemic concoctions. It had the ability to regenerate stamina.

        As an afterthought, I checked in my pocket for the letter from the cultists. Dang, it wasn't there. It was perhaps in my bag; that's where I put my tattered clothes from yesterday.

       Searching, I pulled out the rolled bit of parchment: from my readings within the maid junction of the castle (a trip I took to shortly before I secured Lydia's companionship) I'd learned parchment was scarce in Windhelm at the time a certain letter that I scavenged around the maid junction and happened to find hidden in a book of letters was written. What would make paper scarce, then or now?: it was just a side-comment about paper I thought about. I unrolled the cultist letter and was reminded of my mission.

        'They came from Solstheim.' I heard that was Northeast of Skyrim. It was an island. I glanced at Lydia. I wondered if she was strong enough to make this journey with me, if she had enough armor, or weapons. She didn't. I needed to get her that, and I wondered about how I'd do this, if I should get my house, first, or maybe finish initializing my Companionship with Farkas.

     Or should I go instead to that kingdom where I can become Thane and get my house, and...well, how would I adopt those children, one from Whiterun and another from Riverwood and perhaps even that motherless child in Windhelm, when my house was in a place I've never been, one that could simply be described as Far-something-I-can't-even-pronounce-place? Oh, yeah. Falkreath. Yeah.

       I really liked Whiterun, however. I'd love to live there for 500 (or was it 5000?) gold and, yet, the Jarl was probably offering this house in Falkreath for free (but he did say for purchase in the letter, didn't he?). But would it be cheaper than Whiterun? I shivered about other miscellaneous thoughts, such as vampires I saw dead on the ground shortly after following the companions, the Barrow whose ghosts haunted people in some far place I can't remember, I think Windhelm, and the Queen of the Moon, or something, a book I read in the upper room of the Jarl's castle which stunk of vampiric influence, though at first I thought it was lycan. Vampires were the worst and I hoped I didn't see them. It was one of the greatest worries I had. I needed to sort my thoughts now that I was off adventure and stop thinking of all of this. I needed a Battle-Born to help me.

        I'd walked all the way back to Halted Stream Camp looking for adventure, or random bandits, in all my contrariness, however. Someone or something that I knew to get my mind clear: an adventure or a person I'd meet on it - in-adventure of course, which will work, but maybe not after it was all said and done. I could've went to Riverwood again to talk to some trusted Battleborn which was my first plan, though me thinking it out, there's obvious reasons why I didn't.

       But, pulling out into the wilderness of Skyrim, again, from Halted Stream Camp, after having finally retrieved the ore I needed and racked my brain for solace for my thoughts through either thinking or the eerie broken silence of the camp as my hammer rang on steel I'd sharpened there on the bandits' work bench and via other blacksmitting materials, and my hands conjured magic for ore transmuting, I ran into a group of Kajhiit. Just when I decided to think of vampires the whole trip through to Halted Stream. This was slightly not as bad, but not as good as running into a group of vampires, either. I'd never seen any of the Kajhiit before, that's why.

       I stayed near Lydia, both of us eavesdropping on the six-strong group. Two of them were talking. Their plans weren't exactly clear.

    One of them started walking away, the other trailing behind. Should I step forward to ask questions? Did they, too, know I was the Dragonborn and had something against that?

      I crouched and crept up as slowly as I could, but Lydia said, "This doesn't look good," and I hadn't trusted her judgement until one of the Khajiit let out a giggle, whiskers bobbing up and down.

        "We are the masters of the sneak," said the Khajiit. "You wouldn't phase us a bit. But he can teach you more," she nodded in the direction of another Khajiit, "if you want to learn."

        I stood frozen and switched my head back and forth nervously between the two, four, six of them all. And I especially looked frightened as one of the male Khajiit spoke to me. "If you're not here for sneak training, how may help you?"

      I happened to just trade with them, only seeing them useful for their moonsugar, though I couldn't resist buying a special sword: enchanted orschish. I was in love with those things: anything enchanted and anything orschish.

        I read about the thugs that attacked me in Riverwood yesterday while walking back to Whiterun to make and sell my now-tranmuted-to-silver-and-gold, including the steel I already had, ores' productions (such as steel armor and such that I'd made at Halted Stream Camp and some at Whiterun, which I also sold afterwards at some new city called Windhelm, once I got there), since I had gotten into the buying frenzy already. Really I had only bought from the Khajiit caravan (I noticed it was that because Ysvolda from Whiterun had wanted to join these caravans and so told me lots about them, but I was too scared to notice it was one, at first) that orschish sword. To go into more detail about it so you know why I like it, however, that enchanted orschish sword is fancy and curved, like how other orschish weapons are. Their ore to make them is also named after the race of people that make it, which is green, and I think resemble ogres, and are very mysterious to me, having only seen them in books, once again...maybe I'd research it more when I had time, to be certain of them being ogre-like, because I think they were. But, from reading the thug's letter on my way home, I knew that someone had wanted to teach me a lesson through dispersing hitmen to get me because I was causing trouble in Riften: and by trouble, I mean killings. And, like all people that come out to kill me, they'd a bounty to capture. 

        I wiped the sweat that emanated from my forehead. That was a close encounter, but one I was thankful to have. This iron ore wasn't making it easier to keep my sweat inside my body and myself hydrated, however, as I tankered it home. We continued on our way to Falkreath right after leaving my home of Whiterun, and Windhelm, and selling items, however, because I decided I'd search for my real home in Falkreath.

        [That video, though. Yeah, that's what Desraim was doing at the camp. A lotta work, isn't it? And Tancuras, the guy who posted this on YouTube, is also working on ore at Whiterun, like she did! Isn't it a beautiful place? And you see those big, outside castle walls in the beginning? Those are Whiterun's walls, I believe. You will see them again though in the story for a geographical reason! Stay tuned. ;)]