Spent the morning in Britain pestering that old gossip, Hey Watson. Had to ask a few times, but he finally coughed up some decent leads on work and a rumor about some forgotten loot near Minoc. Worth the hassle. The real adventure was at the tavern later. Met some travelers, shared a few ales, and heard wild tales from the far reaches of the realm. Let's just say I celebrated a bit too heartily. Tried to check the bulletin board on the way, but my eyes wouldn't focus, and my last two attempts to find my way back to my stool were... less than graceful. All in all, a productive, if slightly blurry, day. The treasure hunt starts tomorrow.