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Journal Entry 1: So it begins
16 Last Seed
I awoke this morning in a manner that I was much accustomed too. The morning dew was lightly spread on my window, and I could smell Elone's fresh morning bread and flin from the other side of my door. Arrille, the tradeshop's owner, is so kind to have allowed me to stay in his shop until I can pay my way to Vivec. I have already mentioned this several times, but he is a very nice, very handsome man. I am quite taken with him. As I begun to dress, I could hear Fargoth arguing with the local guards. Even after six months those guards are still ruthless in tormenting that poor man. Them and Hrisskr, they never give the poor man a chance. But I am not one to quarrel over such affairs, the guards are quite nice once you get to know them, and Hrisskr, although a little rough around the edges, is just as sweet a man. Elone greeted me as I walked out the doorway, her and Colollius. That man never leaves the tavern. Elone tried to give me some bread, crab meat, and brandy wine without paying, but I could never do that to her or Arrille. Seyda Neen is such a small town, and being the only store within twenty miles out of anywhere around here, I must give my fair share.
Speaking of fair share, I had noticed that Processus Vitellius, the tax collector for the Empire, had been missing for about a week or so. I am not the only one, many other people around here have noticed as well, as well as many of them believe someone finally did the man in. Not that I would blame him, the way he pranced about like the cock of the walk around here, but murder is still a horrible thing, and I would not wish that on anyone. And according to Thareve Vendrano, the lighthouse keeper, Processus was a good man. Perhaps he is (or was) and he was just a little too flamboyant for the folks around here.
I spent most of the morning just straightening up the place; all there ever really is to do around here. Dust collects on unused items, and the armor and swords begin to dull and lose its shimmer, but Arrille refuses to let me do much with them other than clean them and organize them, says that beautiful women should not handle weapons of destruction. Yes…quite taken. All was going very routinely today, until around mid-afternoon.
Socucius Evgalla, a high head with the Empire who manages, amongst other things, the outlanders that first step foot here in Morrowind, announced that a former outlaw who had been pardoned by the Emperor was being ferried here from the mainland. Sellus Gravius, a more respected man around Seyda Neen had confirmed this with us. It's not that Socucius is a bad man, but he seems to have other motives behind his actions. We all knew there was something that they were hiding from us, but if it was such a secret that Sellus would keep it from us, we don't intrude very far. Fine-Mouth, the town's only Argonian (a very funny person by the way, is great with jokes, but a bit of a lightweight with the flin), was the first to see the boat arrive in the dock. He walked into the tradehouse, like he does every day and like everyday I get Elone's finest bread out for him. He told us he saw the ship during his morning swim (that and the slaughterfish were going crazy), and he estimated that it would arrive in several hours. Much like Fine-Mouth predictions are, he was correct, and the ship docked and approximately 3:00. It wasn't much later than Fargoth walked into the store, cheerful as always, and proclaimed that the "new guy" was "dern swell." Apparently he had found Fargoth's ring in a barrel outside of Gravius' house, and happily returned it to him. He asked Arrille to give him a discount if he should come in, said Seyda Neen was just a quick stop by, and he was heading towards Balmora soon. Fargoth and Arrille had known each other for the longest time, them and Hrisskr. Along with Tandaram Andalen, Elone, and Raflod, they got together every other day for some gambling and fun. I don't approve a gambling, but I've sat in on a few of their games, it's more about fun than money. Well, except for Fargoth and Hrisskr, those two are always at each other's throats when it comes to their gambling debts. Arrille happily agreed, and Fargoth threw the ring up in the air, kissed it, and walked out, proclaiming he'd never let it leave his sight again.
Immediately after Fargoth left, the outlander walked in. He was a Redgaurd, tall and stout, with a head full of short, thick red hair. He wore ragged clothes, much like most outlanders do when they first arrive, and he had a very calm, very gentle aura around him. He smiled at me, not saying a word, and I smiled back. He walked up to Arrille, who very gently said that he didn't recognize his face, and that he must be a outlander. The outlander replied with a smile, "That I am." He then laid gold on the table, about 100 pieces worth, an iron dagger, and some old, but still good, roots and herbs. It took Arille no more than ten seconds to tally up the total, around 115 gold pieces worth. But considering that he had helped Fargoth, he said he would make it around 130. The outlander looked around for a bit, and began going over the swords and armor. It was strange, a man who had never stepped foot onto Morrowind before this day was already plotting to use weapons. But it seemed that it was not because he wanted to wield a sword, he acted much like it was his duty. He picked up a rusted iron cuirass and iron katana and politely said "These will do." Arrille took his money and items and wished him a good day. The outlander then packed his new equipment away, and walked upstairs, saying how he wasn't able to eat a thing on the boat. I listened from downstairs, but I couldn't hear much. All I really got a good listen to was Hrisskr's bellowing laugh, so the outlander made a few friends. He stayed around the shop for about a hour or two, and then he left. An outlander new to Morrowind probably doesn't want to stay in a small village on the Smuggler's Coast for very long.
17 Last Seed
Processus is dead! This comes as a surprise to me, but then again it doesn't. Talk around Seyda Neen had always been how they wished he was dead, and that if he flaunted his money one more time they would do him in, but I never suspected anyone to actually commit it. Most of the town when they first heard the news didn't take much thought to it. They said that it was only a matter of time, but Seyda Neen has always been a quite place. Of course, what's just as surprising, was that it was the outlander from yesterday who found him. Apparently when he left our store the other day, he took a walk around the area. What with the mudcrabs, the rats, and the occasional alit, we don't even venture far from town for those who live here. But for an outsider to walk in the middle of the wilderness, much less find the body of a man he didn't know and report it….
There were suspicions at first, but Socucius denied it all, and Gravius confirmed it. Said that the outlander had never been to Morrowind before, had always been locked up most of his life on the mainland. And Socucius, although not a very respectable person, was a respectable alchemist, and he said that Processus had been dead for over a week, so it couldn't have been the outlander. Questions arose, but no one really knew who would do it. There had been many motives behind it, for many people, but it was impossible to pin the blame on just who did it. When Thareve heard the news, she was heart broken, she didn't leave the lighthouse all day.
For the first few hours of the afternoon, everyone seemed to move slower. Not mourning slow, but cautious slow. There was a murderer in our midst. As the sun became low in the sky, Arrille asked me to run an errand for him, and give Thareve some of the store's bread and brandy wine. I happily agree.
But as I walked out of the store, a peculiar sight crossed my eye. Forvyn Gilnith was outside his hut, chatting with the outlander. I couldn't help but watch, something was out of place. Forvyn was a bigot, didn't care for outsiders, yet he was engaged in conversation with one. I was about to turn away when I saw, just around the house corner, Fine-Mouth. He was listening to them. I myself hid behind a shack too. The conversation lasted for about ten minutes; they were discussing the murder of Processus. Forvyn said he was grieved, but he didn't sound it. All of a sudden Forvyn shouted, and I saw that the outlander was holding something in his hand high above his head. I could barely see Fine-Mouth's face in complete surprise. As the outlander opened his hand, the last remaining light bounced off of the ring in his hand. Processus' ring. Forvyn was the murderer. He turned to Fine-Mouth and said, "Do you recognize this?" Forvyn's jaw dropped, and Fine-Mouth nodded, said that was a present from Thareve to Processus. Forvyn jumped. The first punch squarely landed on the outsiders jaw, as he stumbled back, as Fine-Mouth gasped. Forvyn said that he was next when he finished with this n'wah. There was another glimmer of light, and a smear of blood. In one clean swipe, the outlander, with the sword he had bought from Arrille just yesterday, cut deep into Forvyn's throat. He collapsed, dead. In Morrowind, it is not against the law to kill a man if he attacks you first. Self-defense is not punishment. The outlander then called me over, and whispered to me to keep this quiet for a while. He didn't want to draw much attention to himself. Both me and Fine-Mouth complied.
That night, he actually did leave Seyda Neen this time, Eldafire said she saw him heading towards the silt strider dock as night fell on us. The rest of the day was pretty much normal as usual, Fargoth had burst in saying that someone stole, not only his ring, but all of his gold and several lockpicks that he keeps around. Hrisskr got a good laugh out of that.
But the oddest thing, right before the shop closed, four Khajit walked into our store. They were in terrible shape, possibly slaves. They wanted a place to stay for the night, but they said they had no money, just the shirts on their backs. They willingly offered to work for their services, they said they were used to manual labor. Arrille asked if they were slaves, they said they were. Arrille then asked if they were runaway slaves, they said they weren't, that they were freed just an hour ago from their captors. They mentioned Addamansartus, and no further inquiring was needed. A band of thieves had been holed up in there for the past few months. Although us here don't really enjoy the idea of slavery, the fact that it is legal is reason enough for us not to interfere further. But thieves and smugglers…if we could, we would rescue all the slaves from them. They get nothing but torture from people like them. Arrille said he would be glad to offer them a room, free of charge, and they were all ecstatic about it. But as I walked up to my room, I heard Arrille ask them….
"Who freed you?"
"A friend Redguard."
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