---Sun's Dusk, 1st, 4E 201---
Bandits were at my door this morning, wanting revenge for... Something or other. It doesn't matter, I can hardly be expected to keep track of all the bandits I've killed.
Their brazen attack on my house and my life wasn't what bothered me. It was only that they trampled my scathecraw, planted only days ago.
I cannot imagine it will be simple to find another viable bulb to plant. I disembowelled the bandit chief over my garden, but I doubt that will help very much. Or perhaps it might; I am not well versed in horticulture. Growing tomatoes in Cyrodiil is quite different to forcing scathecraw to grow here.
Qa'Dojo is looking at me again, in that way he has when he is concerned and trying very hard not to let his fur stand up. Even Jenassa seems somewhat disquieted.
Returning a necklace to a Khajiit is not so easy when they travel so often. I hope they will stand still long enough for us to find them.
I notice my jaw has been hurting in the mornings, beyond the usual aches of old injury. I must be grinding my teeth in my sleep.
