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You have my gratitude.

No Luck. I shut the compact mirror and sat it down besides the comb- very carefully, I remember not a thing of my life but I'm certain I did not have the riches to pay for such an expensive mirror.
Ivanna tells me Mirrors of all sizes cost more than iron,
Sheesh.
The more I see the more I question.. I can't go a day without pondering hard about my own life, who am I?, why was I in a Caravan?, where am I from? All questions that I SHOULD be able to answer, yet burdened to leave unknown.
Jarl Balgruff informed me that They are currently searching for the one who gave the orders on the attack, assuming it was the Thalmor- having learned almost no soul shows liking to the elves, but the attackers were none of my concern. I Forced my body to move though it was not willing, slowly step by step descending to the main hall and approaching The Jarl's housecarl
"Pardon, where must I find the Jarl?" I asked and the woman- Irileth, she turned to meet me eye to eye and I couldn't help but stop my own breathing at her threatening gaze,
I learned she was a Dunmer, a Dark elf- I don't remember any knowledge on all residences of Skyrim (learned that too), but I do know that- her gaze made me feel so small, her aura very clearly stood up to my clueless one. It was like comparing a Hound to a newborn puppy- her being the hound of course.
"The Jarl is residing in his office above the first floor. I can assist you but do not count on him doing the same, he is a busy man" her accent was thick with a low octave voice that intimidated me as well
"Ah.. thank you" I forced from the depth of my throat, following after Irileth past the throne and up the stairs, I could tell she was irritated by How slow I was moving, not like I was healed 100%.

"Wait here" she instructed with her stoic demeanor as she approached the Jarl at his desk and traded words that- I'm
Hoping wasn't gossip, although I doubt such high figures would take time to discuss trash of a wounded guest, Key word- Hoping.
I adjusted at the rather itchy dress that was lended to me by Ivanna, neatly sewn beige cloth with a white under layer and ruffles upon the ends of the rims, it was comfortable- no doubt- but the hems around my waist was beyond irritating.

Plus the breeze I got between my legs when moving was- rather unpleasant.
I can tell I wasn't much the "dress loving" woman type.
"Faust, the Jarl will speak with you" Irileth interrupted my scratching session and waved me over,
I ceased my fixation and slowly stepped up to his desk and Irileth departed to give us privacy

"What can I do for you, Faust?" Jarl Balgruff began and intertwined his fingers beneath his Chin, propped up from his elbows upon his desk.
I noticed the map beneath his elbows and all the marked locations with pinpoints of red and blue,
Peculiar.
"My apologies, Jarl Balgruff. I am forever in Your debt to the kindness you bestowed upon me, I only wish to repay you however I can but,
It should be time I depart to Ivarstead, I have no knowledge here. But I may find answers there".
Jarl Balgruff blinked as if bewildered by my departure, but he calmed and gave a nod

"Your wounds are not healed, but the wound in your mind must be most painful." He agreed- I'm astonished to know he understood,
The thing troubling most was my lack of memory..
"However"

Oh boy

" before you depart, I request you speak to Farengar. My court wizard, pick up a recovery spell for extra assurance that you'll heal before making such a journey,"
The Jarl picked up his Quill and scribbled down a few words on a small slip of paper and handed it to me
"Give this to him to inform him of my request, the spell will cost nothing as a gift"

"Kind of you, thank you again" I accepted the letter and headed off down the stairs, kneeling against the wall and traveling to the area Farengar resided in,
The wizard coated in a dark blue cloth around his body with a hood,
"You are Farengar yes?" I asked, keeping a blank expression as to not seem to
Curious to Invade on his work

The wizard was nose deep in his book, one hand crushing a substance to create a powder figure - and the other propping that book

I got no response .

"Pardon?" I spoke up again, moving closer to the wizard

No response.