I'm still not sure exactly what is going on as I write this. I'm resting at Vilemyr Inn, after a very long day of tracking down leads as to what I did when I was horribly drunk and where Sam got to with at staff he promised me. I awoke in Rorikstead ready to find him, only to be met with a screaming farmer, going on about how I had taken his Gleda away and sold her to a giant. I was horrified. Me? Selling a girl to a giant? How drunk was I? I promised to get her back no matter what, in return for information. I didn't have far to look before finding the giant at the top of nearby hill with Gleda....the goat. Should have seen that coming.
Not being all to sure how I arranged the trade in the first place, I tried to explain the situation and gesture to the goat. He was not amused by my attempt to take the goat back, and bellowed at me. I spent the next moments rapidly backpedaling out of the reach of his rather large and imposing club, peppering him with as many arrows as I could draw. A slight misstep caused his weapon to graze me, and then send me crashing into a nearby rock. With all the agility I could muster, I shouted a Thuum right into his face, before sending a volley of arrows I had poisoned. As I continued to evade him, the poison did its work and he slowed before finally succumbing to the poison...and about thirty arrows in his face.
I returned the goat to it's owner, who told me a remembered me mentioning a ring, and Ysolda, in Whiterun. Well, at least this journey was taking me back to a relative comfortable place. I returned to Whiterun about midday, and was relieved to find Kharjo and Lydia still waiting for me at our house. At least I didn't kill them in my drunken stupor. I tried my best to explain the situation to them... I'm pretty sure they think I'm a bit demented now. Kharjo agreed to come help, if only to continue his amusement at my expense. We then spoke to Ysolda, who told a very strange tale of me, babbling about a ring I had taken from her and given to my beloved. If was going to get any information on the staff, I needed that ring back.
So I guess I got married along the way. The only lead I had to go on was a location: Witchmist Grove. Not the kind of place I think I'd want to get married at. We spent the better part of the day traveling, finally approaching our destination as the sun began to set. The area was littered with fissures and steaming hot springs. I need to remember to go back there an relax when this is all over. We came upon the grove to find a solitary house in questionable condition. Before I could order Kharjo to stand ready, the door burst open to reveal my...betrothed. She was a hagraven.....and as the name implies, she was half...witch....half bird...and all disgusting. She cried out upon seeing me, delighted that I had returned to consumate our marriage. I promptly threw up. After a minute of coughing and gagging, I managed to choke out if she would mine giving the ring back...for uh...inspection. She was not happy about this, and began screaming obscenities. Kharjo grinned and ask if I wanted to "annul the marriage"? I nodded and tried to regain my composure.
Several bloody minutes later I had the ring back and my vomit situation was under control, and we began to make our way back. Seeing as it was already late in the evening and the roads were getting more risky, I opted to stop by Vilemyr, where I had already promised to deliever some bear pelts to a woman. And here I sit, hoping tomorrow will provide more answers, and less headaches.
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