Stevven

The book before her wasn’t particularly interesting, but it was informative. Where was the Isen anyway? She referred back to the map she had borrowed from the scholars in Bree to refresh her memory, then back to the book. She honestly hoped she’d not offended him, though more likely it had been the inebriated man who’d inserted himself into their conversation that had, what with his rather strongly negative opinions of foreigners.

Having a house that's yours, even if only rented, and having the chance of people visiting -- especially, but not only, because you're courting -- calls for a lot of things to have on hand. I'm sure I've barely scratched the surface of what a host should be ready to offer, and I've already spent as much as I can make in a half-dozen visits to the marshes gathering goblin ears. And just for things for my visitors to drink!

Ow, ow, ow! Would be nice sooner or later that I would stop burning either my food or my hands for once so that I could write more frequent without needing to write as much as I did last time. Might as well do  it either way since apparently, I've no choice.

    The day after I had written about the last events had been fruitful in a way.