I spent some time job hunting, at the advice of my good friend Kondo. He suggested I try the county mines. Ayr is fortunate enough to have two mines, so there was plentiful work for the unskilled like myself. Most of my day consisted of hard labor in the iron mines. However, I did have just enough time to scarf down one of the two measly loaves of bread I arrived with.
Sadly, the day ended on a somewhat unfortunate note. Shortly before the end of my shift, an out of control mine cart decided to check the hardness of my head – at least, that’s what nearby witnesses later told me. I awoke outside the mines surrounded by my concerned coworkers. They say I’m lucky to be alive (praise Jah) since I was unconscious and semi-delirious for several hours. It seems I’ll have a nice scar on the back of my head as a reminder of my first day in the big city… that and the way my teeth sometimes taste like rainbows.
On my way back to my shabby dwelling, I came across my longtime friend and sponsor, EdwardIV. We exchanged pleasantries and reaffirmed our mutual trust. Still aching from my day’s labor and the accident, I shortly bid him goodbye and retired.
