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Journal of Zanamivir, Vigilant of Stendarr
Day 22, 3rd of Hearth Fire

Today is Tales and Tallows. For the first time since I can remember celebrating the day, I have broken the traditional silence and talked. It is perhaps a sign of how the Hall has changed that no one among my fellow Vigilants—we who are supposed to guard against necromancy, today of all days—blinked an eye when I spoke to them.

I have spent the last two weeks studying the necromancer’s robe and staff that I brought back from Fort Snowhawk. That, and making potions, of course—more of the same, mixing snowberries and purple mountain flowers to resist against the cold. I will take some to sell to Ahkari tomorrow, I think. Keeper Carcette is sending me to Dawnstar—something strange is happening to the folk there. We are getting reports of insomnia and terrible nightmares. Carcette suspects Daedric influence.

I am glad to know that there are still some abominations against which we will stand.