Spent most of the day in Britain, talking to Jung and running orders to the local carpenter. The runs went smoothly, mostly. Got a good rhythm going, even if my gold pouch is still depressingly empty.
Hit a real snag at the vendor, though. My pack is stuffed to bursting with... well, whatever junk I've picked up. Tried to sell it all, but the guy just kept giving me this blank look. "No sell list," he says. Eight times! Felt like a fool standing there, overloaded and broke.
Plan is to ditch this weight. Gonna figure out what this vendor actually wants, or just find a different one. Maybe head toward the bank if I can walk without sinking into the ground. This pack is killing me.
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