I've set up camp several miles southwest of Solitude, a bit east of Morthal. I must say, horseback riding sure does take some getting used to, my... bottom, feels so sore...
Speaking of horses, I happened upon a wandering artist of sorts, who drew me as a pony of all thing. Or perhaps it's a deer, I'm not too sure. But I suppose it was a kind gesture, all the same. They signed the drawing with the oddest word, "Brony." Maybe it's his penname...
