By the nine, what is this damn sorcery?

Oi, why hallo there ladies and gentlemen pretending to be ladies. So I'm in a...bit of a predicament I should say. So I just woke up in my caravan right outside of Riverwood, and that's it. All I remember is having that nice drink and a venison with a client in whiterun, which was apparently two weeks ago. My pants aren't gone and I haven't been married to a giant, so I'm guessing that a daedra prank is out of the question. However, none of my merchandise or belongings have been stolen. Though when I woke up my arse was covered with these damned feathers.

This may seem like shooting an arrow in the dark, though perhaps any of you might have some information of the mishaps I may or may not have partook in these past several days? I'm sure that word of mouth would travel rather quickly by now.

...also please don't tell me that I'm engaged. That probably won't end well for either party.

Clearly your subpar merchandise wasn't worth the effort of taking.

Samylin wrote:Clearly your subpar merchandise wasn't worth the effort of taking.

Oi! Don't be so damned smug. Even if that were true the thief could have made quite the profit with the amount of merchandise I carry with me.

Obviously, the little shit/s were more interested with me rather than my caravan.