I have learned the date. It is 17 of Last Seed, 427.
A very eventful day! I was awoken by a horribly large insect, assumedly trying to discern whether I had died in the middle of the night: by some miracle I had not. I smashed it up with the hatchet.
I gathered my things into my bedroll and headed back to the cave, where the same Dunmer attacked me with the same dagger no sooner than I had asked for directions. I was, stupidly, standing too close to the door to escape as I had last time. I struggled to draw my sword fast enough, and she stabbed me in the thigh. I suspect she was
high on something, as after I disarmed her she continued to fight with her fists (and teeth) alone. I was forced to kill her, and I learned a dreadful lesson: I am still good with the blade. I am rusty of course, but my skills have only deteriorated through non-use, not disappeared.
I drank one of the healing potions I had purchased in Seyda Neen - it was of such poor quality and its effect was so minimal that I was forced to drink the other as well. After the second dose, my flesh slowly - I cannot overemphasize how slowly - began to stitch itself together. The potions had a good amount of alcohol in them too: due