Grimm's Journal — Mar 28

Spent most of the day wrestling with a stubborn iron vein in the mountains near Minoc. The ore's coming along fine, my arm's up to seventy-seven now, but I made a fool of myself after. Tried to sell some old gorgets to Indira over at the forge, but she just scoffed—turns out I'd walked all the way to the wrong smith, three times! At least I'm not carrying all that weight anymore, even if I'm down to my last few gold.