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Dearest Mother,
The Ice sleeked roads were just as you predicted, slippery and abundant. Its a wonder anyone calls this region home.
I've been posted to a small coastal village called Dawnstar in Northern Skyrim which sits overlooking the Sea of Ghosts. I haven't come alone thankfully, Morbaury and Ardun were sent here with me so I have some friendly faces from Camlorn.
Still no word yet on where Jacques is, word hasn't come down and he hasn't sent any letters. The last I heard he was waiting for his ship in the Imperial City. Once I learn anything I'll write you and father.
To answer your question in the previous letter no, Gladys and I've not spoken since last month, though I expect a letter any day now (Gods willing). Being apart from each other has been difficult to bear and getting placed in such a foreign and alien land makes it all the harder.
Our commanding officer, Legate Sajanus Aurelius, is knowledgeable of Nord customs, having served in Skyrim for over ten years (brave soul!) and so is helping us rookies blend in and not irritate the locals too much.
Morbaury is still Morbaury. Why his father believed forcing a military career on him would change his lecherous ways isn't clear to me. If anything being so far away from High Rock has made him even more of a womanizer and gambler!
He's currently seeing two women in Dawnstar. One, a a rather plain looking brunette called Frea, is the daughter of a fish monger.
His other conquest, whom I haven't met and have no wish to, is named Tovi, a miner's adopted child or so Morbaury says. Truthfully, half the time I think the poor lad gets all his girls mixed up and confuses their identities and personalities in his mind.
Ardun and me keep to ourselves mainly, apart from the small talk we engage in with our squad mates while out on patrol, which is a weekly duty.
Tonight I plan on attending Temple services and getting an early night's sleep as in the morning the Legate is sending me to Whiterun, in central Skyrim, in order to buy some much needed Imperial cuisine, practically nonexistent in the north of the country.
I will write again soon.
My love to you all.
Hector de Marris