LIFE IN MORROWIND - DAY 11
Yesterday, as I barely escaped from the Shulk egg mine with my life, I was sure I would not be going back there. I would just return to Eydis and excuse myself from this task - and from the Fighters Guild in general. It did not make sense for me to join them in the first place. Me, a fighter? Not even funny. As I woke in the morning today, I felt differently. Admitting defeat is never pleasant, of course, but this was something else. Not even a hurt sense of pride, no. I am struggling to understand this new personality that I am apparently developing on the alien soil of Vvardenfel. In this case, as I questioned myself on my motives, I realised that deep inside me I had an irrational sense of confidence: I knew I could do it, I could handle those egg poachers, and I could handle Fighters Guild. Maybe not right now, not without preparation and learning, but I felt that I could handle anything . This time I arrived to the mine knowing what to expect and where to go. I did not spend time ...