Another update for you

. I best tell you though that there's no actual plan for the story as a whole, so it may or may not end up coherent. Anyway, here goes...
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Unfortunately for me, however, this did not alter the fact that I woke with a terrible hangover. Finding Gatrick in a similar state downstairs, and with no reason for us to move on so soon, I suggested that we spend the day in Balmora. Gatrick seemed to be relieved by this, though he didn’t admit it – he was, like many Nords, proud of his ability to take large amounts of drink, and he did his best not show the effects of his own hangover while I recovered from mine.
It was only that afternoon, as we were walking around Balmora, that he told me his real reason for travelling to Vvardenfell. After he had asked me to clarify the story of my release from prison, I realised he had not told me why he was here himself. When I asked, he led me just outside of the town, then sat down on a flat rock and started to explain. As he began to tell his story, his face darkened, and his tone grew grim.
“Seven years ago, Alric, a young man, a Dunmer, came to my family’s village in Skyrim. He was given food and shelter by my people, as the lands where the village lies are cold and barren, and the wilderness can be dangerous for travellers. At the time, I was away on my travels, so I can only tell you what happened as it was told to me.”
As he spoke, I watched his face carefully, but he was staring into the river with a glazed look in his eyes.
“This young man stayed with my people for a few days. He was quiet and solitary, and he never spoke about himself. He simply accepted what my people offered him, and thanked them for their hospitality. One night, though, my brother came back earlier than usual from his hunt, and he heard his wife screaming as he entered his house. He rushed in, drawing his axe ready, and found his wife struggling to escape the clutches of the young Dunmer. He was enraged, and raised his axe to slay him, but the Dunmer had heard him coming, and he turned to face my brother and plunged a dagger into his heart. After that he fled, and he was never seen by any of the villagers again.”
Gatrick was shaking as he came to the end of his story, partly with anger and partly with sadness. I too was moved by the tale – he had never told me of his brother’s murder before – but I was still confused as to how this had brought Gatrick to Vvardenfell.
“I suppose you’re wondering why I am telling you this now” he said, “When I returned to my village, after hearing the news that my brother was dead, I spoke to his wife about my brother’s murderer. I learned little from her, as she was still grieving for my brother, but I was given a name. That name was Nichis Sorendel. I was hungry to seek revenge on him, but I knew that I had little chance of ever finding him. However, the name stuck in my memory, and around a month ago I heard it mentioned again.”
“I was working as a hired guard in Winterhold, and I caught a smuggler trying to load crates of liquors onto his boat. He was clearly afraid for his life, and he was willing to tell me any information so that I would not harm him. I would not have hurt him in any case, but I asked him who he was transporting the liquors to, thinking it could be useful information for my employers. The name he gave me was the same name I had been given by my brother’s wife, seven years ago – Nichis Sorendel."
"At first I was stunned, but I regained my wits and asked him where the goods were to be transported to. He told me they were destined for Morrowind, to the coastal village of Khuul. At this, my hunger for vengeance was renewed, and I let the smuggler go, right then and there, and I gathered together my belongings and set sail for Morrowind as soon as I could. Now I am here, I will find this village, Khuul, and I will finally take the life of Nichis Sorendel and avenge my brother’s death.”