Awaking early, I ventured out into town to explore some more of the opportunities awaiting a new citizen like myself. I quickly determined that for the time being, my daily routine will likely consist of hard labor, friendly banter, and social drinking.
Before work, I spent most of the morning at the Cock & Bull tavern chatting the bartender, Allorardagon. We talked about nothing in particular. In fact, I don’t quite remember leaving (I only had one round; I swear), but somehow, I made my way out of town down the county road to work.
After yesterday’s incident in the local iron mine, I deiced to try my hand in the county gold mine. The work is just as hard; perhaps more so since I’d swear a load of gold-laden ore is heavier than iron. Today, I was always sure to keep one eye pealed for any runaway carts.
On a curious note, my coworkers swear during my break, while eating the last of my bread ration, I would occasionally spout random outbursts to no one in particular. I have no recollection of this and am secretly wondering if they’re not having a go at the new guy.
After work, I decided to browse the market, since I’m now in need of food for tomorrow. I’ve been told that corn or bread is the smart buy for a man of my status. And since I’ve had nothing but bread for days, I spend some of my accumulated wages on 4 small bags of corn (purchased at the reasonable sum of £3.55). Hopefully, this will last me a few days.
Before turning in for the evening, I decided to lift my spirits at the Cock & Bull. I spent a few hours talking with the likes of Uyghtred, Weinerschnitzel, and EdwardIV. Drake_roanoake, the proprietor of the C&B, arrived at some point and was very helpful with advice about making a go of things in Ayr. Later, I spoke with Ariani, a local miller about some farming nuances, how to balance traveling and working, and whether the Clergy have the power to damn everyone to heck.
As the day ended, I retired to me familiar hovel, a little wiser and a lot sleepier.
