[color:"00cccc"] I sat munching on breakfast. We talked about the plans for the day. "Ok Jolie, do you know anyone in the village who can translate that note for you? If so, go and find them. I'll return shortly."
I went over to see Floyd for a few minutes. I needed to pick up my axe and sell of some of my junk. I sold my throwing axe. It didn't look trustworthy to me...

I tied up a few of the suppies I'd bought to Meatloaf. He was really complaining now. I guess I shouldn't load him up too much. I fed him an orange which he ate in one bite. Jurak told me that Faile had set off to find her companions which was a pity. I bet she would have been a decent travelling companion. We'll see her later I guess.

I went back to the inn to see if Jolie had made any progress. I ordered a beer to pass the time... [/color]

" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin