I can't believe it. After all the work I've put into my new home, and all the time I've put into making it nice, I leave this evening to make my way to Morthal for a bit of food and drink at the Inn and what happens? I find myself accosted on my front lawn by what I can only describe as a gibbering lunatic! This woman, pale and patchy-haired, wild eyed and filthy, scrambled out of the wilderness and came running at me before I could even try to reach for my bow!

She managed to lunge at me and grab hold, foaming and shrieking nonsense. I don't know what she was yelling as most of it wasn't even what I would call words. What I DO know is that she bit me! The maniac bit me on the upper arm, actually managed to get through my armor and into flesh. I've never known anything short of a wolf to bite through leather AND Argonian scales, but she managed it somehow.

I fell back on instinct and fumbled for my ax, heaving it up into her jaw and forcing her off. I heard the bone break, but she didn't even seem to notice. She just laughed, gurgled and scrabbled away into the dark. There was a trail of blood leading off to the distant hills, but nothing more of her since then. I'll be hiring guards soon, I think. This nonsense is unacceptable. Maybe Benor is looking for good, paying work? He's strong and hearty, and I doubt he'd much mind a free bed and some land to tend.

Either way, I've bandaged the wound and cleaned it thoroughly. Used what I know of alchemy to brew up a potion to cleanse the bite, and I should be just fine. I guess it's true what they say; the fuller the moon, the crazier some people act. If I see sign of that woman again, I may have to deal with her permanently...