The ink splattered on the previous pages hardens the paper. Sidwell flips a new page and writes.
There were four carts of alcohol I delivered today. Not only did my workers maximise efficiency, I managed to have them receive their pay cuts-with a bonus- for the first time. My buisness is growing in Bree.
My true problem is the pursuit of wealth. Is that all I seek? It seems nice to buy new clothes and decorations for the house yet my spending can't exceed my profits. Who lodges this? I don't have a serious ledger. All that's in it are letters and names of people wanting some of my brew. I think I should dedicate all revenue to building up the business. If only Lulah didn't cheat on me and disappear. Then I could've probably bought her gifts. My parents don't care much for vanity, so they don't ask for anything. Our little estate in Combe has been ours for generations.
He hears a scuffle outside, and closes his diary to attend to it.
