Welcome to the next spoiler-free update thread!

No news about Lothran as of now. He′s currently (still) resting at the Arcane University after making a couple of new spells and enchantments. What he will do next I have no idea, but I think a journey to the south-west is close at hand.

I screwed up and did not realize #11 was about to get closed. sorry I'm re-posting this. The other post in #11 will get deleted.

Fredas, 6:51 am
Last Seed 31, 3E 438

Wilbur : "I'm Wilbur, owner and proprietor of the Count's Arms. We make beds and food available to guests. Can I help you?"

Lone Traveler: "Hello. I have recently made journeys here from faraway. Traveled here by boat..."

Wilbur: "Buildings here look different ... Why? ... This is the Gold Coast style, like in Hammerfell. Eastern towns look grey and dull to me."

The Lone Traveller bites her tongue. She thinks to herself that she's a changed woman now. Her old self might have made some snarky comment in reply to the Redguard proprietor, with his inflated opinions. But she has changed.

She bites her tongue.

Lone Traveler: "Well yes. I did try the Flowing Bowl, but the place is all ... booked up. Maenlorn and Caenlorn did not even make offerings towards assisting me with a place to rest."

She bites her tongue again. Maenlorn and Caenlorn. Wood Elves. In the past, she had many issues with these, the ones who had been living here in Cyrodiil, anyways. But she has changed. After many years amongst her friends and family, elders and youngsters, she has changed for the better. She hopes this is so, anyways. The elders had given her lots of wise advice, and the youngsters reminded her that life is not to be taken quite so seriously.

Wilbur: There's a wonderful room available. It's the BEST I have, and you can use it for the night for a mere ... 25 gold. Interested?"

"I accept your terms and pricing, Sir Wilbur."

"Excellent! It's up the stairs there, and then directly across the hallway. Center room, wonderful view of the city. Sleep well!"

The Lone Traveler does sleep well, indeed.

"Cyrodiilic slumber. That was how I refered to such resting five years ago," she says, just before passing out.