I don't know if I like or hate being back in town, but it's an incredibly strong emotion.
Even having only been back about a month, now, I've seen several people fade in or out... it is what it is, though. Music and brandy has been keeping me from getting too restless, even though sometimes I still feel the inherent need to run off.
There's no one I steadily talk to, really. Aside from Rhyva and Amoryl as of late. I can't seem to tell who my enemies are, either. I've been yelled at a few times... there were these two men that made me cry, I was so angry. I'm over it, though. No use hating people just for the sake of hating them, I suppose.
I'm still just hunting for money. I suppose I'll continue doing so indefinitely. I get bought drinks a lot, and sometimes am tipped for my playing, but you can't exactly live off that. It's becoming increasingly dangerous living in the woods, it seems like. There have been weeks when I took to the ally, just to be able to get a good night's sleep, but even then, you have to worry about the men...
All's well that ends well, I suppose. All's well.
