brawl

Had a tussle with some overly sensitive lad who seemed to think calling over a barmaid to place an order was some grand slight against her maidenly honor or some crock! Has he never had to call up one of Barli's staff over the din of the music and talk between folk? What a fool.

Business has been well of the late. I sold some more figurines and carvings upon the night of the last market. On the very same night, I send Fiontann some letters describing that we should talk about some business propositions. He quickly responded and told me that he does indeed know of my skill as a woodworker and that if repairs are needed, I would be the first man he would contact.

“You bloody didn’t.”

“I’m tellin’ ya I did!”

“What right under the tree?” Hort asked incredulously.

Here I am once again, in me old small house. I can’t sleep, my eyes are wider than a catfish’s eyes and my stomack emptier than the head of that fool Andold-I swear if he calls me an idiot again I’ll hang him upside down from the inn’s chandelier! I went by the bakery store today, but it closed earlier, couldn’t pick up any bread…eh, maybe if I throw some more words in here I’ll forget.