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Bruma, Cyrodiil
14th of Sun’s Height, 4E 201
Thora,
I think I’ve finally managed to calm Father’s temper. He’s still not happy to have you running off to Winterhold, but he’s not foaming at the mouth the moment Ma mentions you. Nothing has changed much here - I’m still running around with the Fighter’s Guild, Guinevere’s still kicking my ass in sparring matches, same old same old. She misses you, really. I know you’ve always preferred your magic, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give the two of us a run for our septims the moment you pick up a warhammer.
I’ve thought of joining you in Skyrim, join up with those Companions and escape the rampant drama in the guild. It seems like everyday Brutus and Cassius are at each other's throats. Combine that with Guinevere and Percival being more focused on digging up whatever they can about the old Knights of the Nine than their jobs and Swims-In-The-Shallows’ failing health, it’s not that hard to imagine the Bruma branch of the guild breaking up. I’m trying not to focus on it, but it is a possibility.
I’ll send you some wine as soon as I can. I feel like you deserve it for having to deal with all these damn couriers.
Sven
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Chorrol, Cyrodiil
1st of Last Seed, 4E 201
Thora,
It finally happened. Swims-In-The-Shallows is dead, and the Bruma branch of the Fighter’s Guild has disbanded. I thought of moving to the Chorrol branch of the Guild, but they’re in the same place Bruma was in two weeks ago. I’m currently on my way to Whiterun, to join up with the Companions. Whatever awaits me in Skyrim surely can’t be as awful as this.
I’ve said my goodbyes to Ma and Pa. There weren’t as many harsh words from Father as there were when you left, though I can’t tell you how much of that was simply because I was off to Whiterun instead of Winterhold. The Guild’s gone their separate ways. Guin and Percy are walking through the province, taking the old pilgrim’s path. I don’t believe the Knights have a third breath left in them, but I’m not going to stop them from trying. Brutus and Cassius are probably off to join the Brotherhood, if they don’t kill each other first. Do you remember when those two were the best of friends? It was around the same time Father was comfortable with you casting spells around the house.
I’m staying with the Chorrol guild for a while, mostly to get some gold and stock up on some supplies. I should be making my way to Falkreath on the 15th, and be in Whiterun a few days later. I’ll write again as soon as I enter Jorrvaskr.
I’ll see you in Skyrim.
Sven
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Whiterun, Skyrim
17th of Last Seed, 4E 201
Thora,
You won’t believe the day I just had.