Entry 2: The Oath In Windhelm, I learned the cold is a worse enemy than any serpent. I swept floors at the Cornerclub. I mended armor for the Stormcloaks. I never spoke of Akavir. One night, a young girl was being dragged into the Gray Quarter by a Thalmor agent. I did not think. I moved.
You were fighting a dragon at the Western Watchtower. You had no army. No prophecy. Just a shout and a stubborn refusal to die. You reminded me of my master. So I fished my blade out of the mud. I will follow you, Dragonborn. Not for gold. Not for glory. But because a ronin without a war is just a ghost. Voice Type: Calm, melancholic, but with sudden flashes of dry wit. Speaks in short, deliberate sentences. (Think: Samurai Jack meets Cass from Fallout: New Vegas .) Skyrim Anime Follower Mod
Then I saw you .
Entry 3: The Wound I took a contract to clear a cave of Falmer. I was arrogant. A poisoned chaurus sting left me crippled for a month. A priestess of Mara in Riften healed my body, but not my mind. I saw the faces of everyone I failed. My mother. Kenji. The girl in Windhelm (she died of fever two winters later). I decided honor was a lie. I threw my blade into Lake Honrich. Entry 2: The Oath In Windhelm, I learned