Fucking dreams. Fucking Thalmor. Fucking rebels. Fucking border patrols. Fucking dragons.

She lost her good knife and down she's jogging down the riverside hoping that she doesn't get roasted from above and that the sky is light enough by the time she gets to Town-what's-its-name that the gates will be open. And that it hasn't been burned down. And that no other survivors have beaten her there and rallied the guard to execute her on sight.

So Elerki's day is going great, thanks, how are you?