Grimm's Journal — Mar 27

Been a rough day at the forge, I tell ya. Spent most of it in Minoc's mountains, wrestling with a stubborn piece of iron that just wouldn't become a proper pickaxe. After shattering four of the blasted things, I finally hammered out one that'll hold an edge, but my coin purse is empty for the effort. I'm off to the provisioner down south now to see if I can at least sell it for enough to buy a decent meal.