to my careful rationing of the little dried meat I have, they gave me a stomachache, not to mention quite a buzz as well.
I took from her person two interesting things: her dagger and a pair of greaves, both made of what I assume to be chitin of what must be a very large creature. I also took her boots, which, although they are a little small for my feet, are much nicer than the two-month-old cloth footwraps I had - these have soles!
I began heading to Balmora, gathering samples of the local plants along the way. The road wound its way up a small ridge and, cresting it, I found myself
facing a surprising sight: the valley before me was fertile, green, and lightly wooded. Not at all what I had expected, no vast plains of inhospitable land, choked with ash from Red Mountain, Silt Striders wandering to and fro, Netches floating through the dust. Were it not for the tree-like mushrooms and outlandish botany (fauna too) I could nearly be fooled into thinking I had awoken in Cyrodiil.
I encountered a richly-dressed woman on the road, looking for a bandit that had just robbed her. "Robbed" is perhaps not an accurate term, as she was completely smitten with the man and I suspect was only too willing to