19th of Last Seed
Two weeks now have I been in this miserable land. I have never been to Skyrim before and already do I regret I came now. Such a dreadful and depressing place. I fail to see why the Nords love this land with such fervor as they do, and as far as I am concerned I say let them have it. From what I have seen thus far, the only thing Skyrim holds in more abundance than death is the damn cold. I only came here for the Mage College.
Yes, there were a few colleges and assorted schools I could have attended back in High Rock, but I was convinced by my peers that if I really wanted to learn from the best, this is where I should be. Arrived here yesterday, and after a cursory look around, I was left to think I had been the subject of a joke. My friends back in Daggerfall are no doubt laughing at me this very moment.
I am here now, unfortunately, and it took most all the gold I had to do so. Even if I wanted to leave I don’t have enough Septims left to get very far. I am starting to suspect the carriage driver from Solitude lightened my coin bag one night as I slept. Nords. I have never cared for them despite the fact my father was one. My mother insisted I carry his last name though I have never seen the man since the day I first came headlong and squalling into this world. I will admit that my disdain for the man is most likely the reason I care so little for Nords like I do.
I have had the chance to take a better look around the college today and, after giving the place a closer examining, I think I can make some good come out of this. There is a master here from every school of magicka as well as a professor of enchanting and alchemy. Two skills I have been hoping to improve. I have been given my own, private quarters and there are plenty of work stations and quite an impressive library. Little seems to be expected of me here. Only to stay out of the way of others and they from mine. How much I can learn here remains to be seen, but could be that once I am able to return to High Rock the joke will be on my friends.
There is a Thalmor lingering about the college that troubles me. Just something about him I don’t trust and I do not seem to be alone in my suspicions. I suppose if there is anything I have in common with the Nords it would be our distaste for the Aldmeri. Pompous asses the lot of them. Will be sure to keep a close eye on that one. There are a few other students here besides myself. Most seem like the good sort. Except maybe the Khajiit. Comes across as a bit full of himself. Those are the kind that get people hurt.
Still a bit tired from the trip. I believe one of the wheels on the carriage that brought me here was a bit smaller than the rest and it made for quite the bumpy ride. Hard to get any decent rest for days so it was good to sleep in a bed again last night. Finished getting settled in this morning and had that look around the place. Took a small collection of books from the library and will begin my studies tomorrow. For now, I think I passed a tavern on the way through town. Could use a drink. Perhaps two.