I had a close call at the market today.  Some adventurer said we had met once before in Riverwood.  Which is absurd.  I never forget a face.

It’s more likely he saw me on some wanted poster.  Lucky for me, the Jarl of Winterhold holds no sway here.  I’m not even sure the Jarl of Riften would bother with a horse thief.  Too many criminals in one place.  It’s like trying to find a mudcrab in a chaurus hive. 

I should be more careful and stick to the Ratways.  It’s a good place to hide for three reasons.  It’s dark, it’s isolated, and it smells.  By Namira, does it smell.  It’s mostly on account of that mage, although no one here is foolish enough to confront him.  I think you could survive a long time here just feeding off the skeevers. 

But I didn’t escape from that prison to trade one cell for another.  I can’t be complacent.  I have to keep going.  I’ll steal a horse from the stable tomorrow night.  If I can just cross the mountains before dawn, I’ll be safe.  No one in Cyrodiil knows who I am.