Morndas 24th of the Last Seed, 4E 201

By the time I woke Faendal had already left. He told me to keep on the path and eventually I would reach Riften. I was tired and I couldn't shake the events of Helgen from my head. There was something calming about the Rift, it reminded me of home. All the colours of the trees, the yellows, oranges and browns. For the first time in a long time I felt home sick. 

After a good day of traveling I came across a camp of two hunters. They offered me a bed for the night and some elk they had obtained. I was tired and it didn't take me long to fall sleep.