“Every story has a hero. I wonder what sort of hero will you be?”

The boat travel was long and enduring. However, I managed to land safely in Solitude, Reports from our contacts were right, the civil war was indeed picking up. I arrived in the capital just in time to witness an execution. A gate guard let Ulfric Stormcloak free. The people call him a traitor while he saw Ulfric as a hero. Whatever the case, that isn't what I came here for. I met with my contact at the Solitude inn. Gave me a horse and directions to Whiterun that lies in the heart of the country. A country that is now torn between war, bandit raids, and overnight attacks by creatures of the night. The high walls of the major cities are better than a shack or packed tight communities with no walls. It's better to think safe rather than foolish in these dark times. Reports suggest my 'target of interest' was in Whiterun....whatever the case maybe. A contract is a contract. I write this as I sit and wait at the Bannered Mare.

"You look tired my friend" said the bar-keeper. "I am. It's been...a long day" I said, she smiled and offered me a room for the night, I gave my thanks, gave a few coins and took a nice long sleep until dawn. However, my ever so sleeping nights usually bring bad omens for me, I experience nightmares of untold terrors of the 'crimes' I have committed. It's hard to explain....

Are these dreams or nightmares of my waking counted days on Nirn? It’s hard to say. I don’t tell people what I experience within these visions. Whether they are good omens or bad. I don’t really care at all. To explain what I see is nothing but smoke and mirrors or at least crazy talk. In my dreams I see a lone road. A misty day, it's all quiet. I hear the sound of battle, screaming in the winds. Unwanted blood on my hands. I feel is as if I'm in Skyrim. But I'm not. What are my dreams trying to tell me? That I am lost? Or something more. It's hard to describe it. A few years back, I and a group of hunters came riding into a town in the middle of the night. We were told that a demon has enslaved the inhabitants of a village. We were told to (without question) to massacre the lives of every soul within the village. Little did we realize was that the town had a plague, we had the alchemy ingredients to created potions to save the inhabitants. We were given false orders. The person responsible for giving out the contract, he disappeared without a trace. I won't describe the grueling details. It was Hell on earth in that village. So we buried the bodies, gave them their last rites and departed from the area....those innocent souls, their blood is on my hands. I suddenly awoken at early dawn...I couldn't go back to sleep...Not anymore.