A Silver-Tongued Day in Britain

Gold: 0gp | HP: 79/79 | Weight: 98/243

Managed to talk my way through half of Britain today—everyone from Margo to Hastin seemed to like me. Guess my charm’s still sharp! Even swung by the carpenter’s place twice to check on some repairs. No fights, no trouble. Felt good.

Only downside? My coin purse is emptier than a dry well. Guess all that smooth talking doesn’t pay the bills.

Next up, I’ll hunt for some work or maybe a bounty. Gotta refill these pockets before I’m sleeping in the stables again.