Our victory had put Dengeir back on the throne of Falkreath. Siddgeir had been placed in power when Dengeir had indicated he would side with the Stormcloaks. He had held the post before Jarl Siddgeir and is Siddgeir’s uncle. After this I decided to visit the new Jarl of Falkreath – Dengeir of Stuhn. He agreed and gave me some fresh meat to attract the dog. He spoke of the dog he had seen on the road and I told him I would look for it but I insisted on being paid something in advance. If they could smith me something or let me use their forge to let me smith my own, so much the better. My only purposes for men, the more I think of it, is to either fight alongside me in the Stormcloak cause or die on my Blade. She said it like it was something I should want. I woke up this morning and as I was leaving the Dead Man’s Drink, the barmaid Narri made the remark that it wouldn’t take me too long to have men of the town wrapped around my finger. Journal of Anya Fire-Heart – Morndas, 15th of Hearthfire, 4th Era, Year 201
