Runil ' s Journal Locations . Found in the following locations . One of these locations will be assigned for the Quest Objective : Sometimes , the Quest marker will lead to a different place or the Quest Objective is different from the name of the place on the Quest marker . Content . 17 Second Seed It has been a long time since I ' ve written an entry in this journal . I admit with some embarrassment then that when I pulled it down from the shelf , I nearly choked on the dust that flew . There is little to tell , but did suffer another awful nightmare of the war . I suppose this is an affliction common to many who must see the horrors of war firsthand . Writing about it has already helped me to feel better . 19 Second Seed Received a letter from Andurs in Whiterun . He has invited me to visit , and I intend to accept . It ' s been a long time since I was in the city . My only fear is the Thalmor . I have heard that they and their agents are abroad in Skyrim , rooting out worshippers of Talos . I must be sure to keep a low profile . 28 Second Seed Returned from my trip to Whiterun to find very few flowers have bloomed here . The rest of Skyrim is covered in blooms of fiery red and piercing blue , but only a scant few have appeared in or near the town . I ' ll make it my mission to change that . We could use some flowers to brighten this gloomy place . Perhaps I can get Tekla to help me . 9 Midyear Spent most of the day consoling Lod , who received news of his cousin Grimsvotr ' s death . They were quite close as youths , and Lod drank and talked of his childhood memories . It was touching , but bittersweet . 22 Midyear A wandering peddler passed through Falkreath today . I purchased a few sticks of incense from him . He was a nice young Nord lad , following in his father ' s footsteps . I think his name was Valbjorn . A few days later , one of the town guards spied a pack of carrion birds circling near the road . He found young Valbjorn ' s corpse , victim of a bandit attack . My heart is heavy , and yet I should know better . Life and death , growth and change , the turning of the seasons - these are all aspects of mighty Arkay . I should not be so affected by the death of one young man . And yet . . . 12 Sun ' s Height Travelers pass through town , speaking of the land in the grip of high summer . These are the warmest days of the year in Skyrim , but not in Falkreath . Here , all is mist and fog and rain . It is always cool and damp , and the seasons have little meaning . Solaf asked me about this today . He said that in a place of the dead such as our great cemetery , Arkay ' s dominion should be absolute . And yet , Arkay is also the Lord of Seasons and this place seems untouched by them . I gave the best answer I could . I explained that Falkreath is indeed a place of great power for Arkay , but he prefers to keep it this way , solemn and gray . Hopefully that was at least partly true , but who can possibly know the mind of a god ? 20 Sun ' s Height Dreams of the war again , but this time something different . I was leading a small band of Aldmeri battlemage s on a mission deep into the heart of Imperial territory . We had drawn near our target , a supply depot outside of Cheydinhal , when the sky suddenly darkened . A great shadow passed over us , and there was a roar so terrible it chilled my blood . Something was flying just overhead , so huge and so dark as to blot out the sun . The dream changed , then . I was here in Falkreath , performing a service for someone who had just passed away , though I do not recall who . From the corner of my eye , I saw a stranger approaching . I turned to look , but the shadow came again , and the roar , and then I awoke . Now that I reflect on the dream , I cannot help but wonder , was it a dragon ? Why would I dream of such a creature , when I have never seen one ? It seemed so real at the time , but now the memory is fading . What it means , I cannot say . Probably nothing .