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((((4E 200, 7th of last seed
"Dearest diary. We are currently sailing near the HighRock city of Northpoint."
"I am a true, reverent follower of the Gods! And as such, I am certain they will guide and protect me on this perilous journey home! ))))
"Take every vile thing in this world you can imagine. Murder, thievery, skooma addiction. Mash it all together in a smelly pile of unrepentant ignorance and you get yourself.....
((("The Khajiit."
"These whiskered creatures, in all their shamelessness, represent everything that is wrong with society.")))))
"The khajiit are one of the least moral, least godly and most sinful of the mortals of Nirn. Not a single one of the mangy cats got on their knees and said a single prayer to our rightful and deserving Gods!!!! What do these creatures worship? What motivates them to wake up in the morning? Certainly not to present their best possible selves to the world.....No."
"The barrels poured out and the truth, in all its ugliness, was revealed. These alley crawlers, to the surprise of not a single soul, are skooma addicts. The Gods themselves must be writhing with disgust at these hopeless vermin."
((((("You will find no companionship among these creatures. Feeling othered when you are the minority is never a pleasant feeling; But if enduring such treatment is the only way to remain close to the Gods rather than falling into their scummy, impure ways, then that is more than welcome in my eyes!!!"
"They partied for hours, singing, dancing and making folly like much of their kind of accustomed to. Not a single one of them read a book or did any sort of constructive activity.")))))
"Let me tell you something about skooma, dearest diary. It is the weakness of many a mortal. It prevents you from ever living a life that is worth anything of substance. You will devolve into a begging, rag wearing street walker. The Gods meanwhile will justifiably turn their backs on you. Skooma usage is a great sin that harms not only your body but your soul. If one chooses to love skooma to this degree, how can there be room in their hearts and minds for the eight!?!"
"A break from horrid sea travel and the sight of Khajiit was just the thing I needed to return my mind to its much needed sanity. As the evening approached we docked on a tiny, unimpressive island not far past the city of Daggerfall. It is here I discovered a horrifying truth.
"These low down, pitiful creatures are not just skooma addicts but smugglers. They not only smuggle skooma into and out of Skyrim but also other stolen goods. It is how they became wealthy. They live well off the injustices of the innocent.
-To be continued-