Ha! Lucky me, I've always wanted a journal. All i had to do was rip out the first few pages the fat merchant had written in and ta da! Good as new. Journal and a few coins. Not too bad, for my first night back in town. Wish this damned rain would stop, so i could set about getting my supplies. Gods, I love this town. Looks bad and smells worse; Just like its inhabitants! Ha! Though I do miss the forests. I like trees. Reckon I'll head south after this, to the cemeteries. Nothing like a lil' bit o' grave robbing to fill a mans purse. No siree.
Ah, there's that sky.