I was happy that it was daytime again, so I could leave the crappy inn I had spent the night in. There had been all sorts of vermin’s in my room, and still the owner dared to ask a huge sum of gold for it.
Í did pay though.. I feel unhappy when I have the feeling people are mad at me, which I consider to be a big weakness of me..
I seem to be one of the few people left who still care about other people, and not just the money they make..
Sometimes I wish that my dreams would come true; that I would have real life friends, which looked after me just as I would look after them..
I decided that before I ventured on, I would pay a visit to the pub, for an ale never hurts..
I walked in, sat down and ordered a drink.
When I had payed the bartender, who should have washed himself better since I could smell his sweat even before I saw it, I turned around and saw 5 man playing cards.
I was feeling lucky that day, so I walked up to the table and asked if I could join.
Last edited by jvb; 03/04/04 02:38 PM.
