*Day 1: Journal entry 1 – Tirdas – The Beginning*
I woke up here, in jail, behind cold iron bars and cobblestone. I found myself quite exhausted. I thought that I should start writing. I have no idea who I am, what I am doing here or why I am here. I asked the guards kindly for a feather, jar of ink and a parchment. He was quite kind despite I’m of the Khajit race. I am now writing all I can think of, hoping to remember something. I really have no idea to even start thinking.
It would be at least nice to get some peace to think here. In the cell across the hallway, there’s an old male of the Dunmer race with a much corroded silver tongue. He must have used it for some good in his days, but now his hair is turning grey and all he can say are insults. If he would at least shut up, I may get some peace for thinking. He must have been here for too long. Even if I ask him, nicely or harshly, he won’t be silent. His name was Valen Dreth though… His tone was as if he was someone great, but I’ve never heard of him. Once he goes to sleep, so will I.
This is so frustrating; I really want to find out something! Oh my head hurts so much, it must be another hangover. I really want to find out more here, but even thinking about it hurts.