Fin's first entry

I was in the most unfortunate accident here the other day, Faendal, brother. You are not going to believe me. The one time I go hunting South of Helgen, I get myself into horrible trouble. As I told you before I left, I had taken your hunting bow and I was expecting to be out for two perhaps three days tops. Still on the first day around the time of sunset, I hadn't had much luck with anything. I had earlier managed to put an arrow through the leg of a smaller deer but somehow it was able to skip away before I had a chance to get it properly. I spent nearly the entire day with my back against a tree, writing poems about birds and flowers. Then around when I was getting dark, I saw, down by the river, the snout of a fox peeking out from behind a bush. I could only just see the tip of its nose in the darkness but it was clearly drinking from the river. As silently as I could and had done it many times before, I crouched down and carefully and precisely drew the bow. I aimed at his little snout, steadied my hand and let go. The arrow shot through the air and pierced the little guy's muzzle with fine accuracy. The reaction from him wasn't though quite as expected. Instead of the high pitched squeal of a wounded fox, I heard the growl of what sounded like a full grown man. In shock I got up as quickly as I could and to my surprise I saw a man jumping around on one leg, clinging desperately to his bleeding foot. What I had thought was the snout of a fox drinking turned out to be the foot of an Imperial soldier dipping his feet in the water. I had no idea whether to hide or run, I stood paralyzed and stared at him and his companion with my bow hanging from my hand. Before I had the time to present a defense for myself, the guard I hadn't impaled was arresting me for federal assault. I am writing to you from the base in which they are keeping me. Tomorrow the next patrol of carriages will come by to pick me up along with a horse thief who hails all the way from Rorikstead. I suppose we are going to serve some time in Helgen jail before I can return home to you, brother. I'm just writing to you to let you know I have not been eaten by a bear just yet and that I will be returning home as soon as they let me go.

- Fin Larksong