Entry 1.
I'm not sure what day it is anymore. I'm cold and hungry, huddled under a blanket on Frostcrag Peak. The Imperial army is only a few days' march away. My Brother says that we will be safe in Bruma. He left to fight them three days ago, but told me I had to stay. I didn't want to stay at the camp, and his trying to make me made it worse.
When he left, so did I.