—Forced to leave Solitude. Jarl Svargrim believes the method lost, my research pointless. That's fine. I'm not doing this for him. —Thirty days since. I've traveled south and east, visiting as many barrows as I can. The draugr are no threat to me, though the stronger ones take much of my energy to dominate fully. I need rest, but there is no time. —Turned away at the gates of Whiterun. Despite my care with the body, even the enchantments to dim the smell, it seems most are not comfortable with an old Nord carrying his wife's corpse into the town square. I'm sorry, my dear. Just a little longer.