Meeting the townsfolk
Meeting the townsfolk. Well, turns out this town idn't too bad - with the exception of the bastard muggin' me in the alley. I've found some helpful people at the local tavern who gave me some sound advice. Believe one of them was named Charmaine or somethin of the sort. Many a veteran seem to lounge around the tavern as well often. It seems like a good place to spread me name.
Message to Advisor
Been a rather shite day, I must admit. Woke up to cold wind and loud thunder. A storm. Made me feel right sort of sluggish gettin up, not to mention tired due to lack of a good nigh' sleep. Then I went to work, decided to clean the outhouse at the tavern, I mean, I was already close by, plus the older men continuously harass me cause' of my size at the town hall for the laborin' job. Meh, the pay is alright - not much coin for cleanin, but just enough for food, shelter, and saving. I'm barely gettin by, but at least I'm gettin. .
Finding a job
Finding a job. Well, tell you truth them old men are getting on me last nerve at the town hall. Constantly giving me shite about my height and size. I'll show those old geezers. They don't know about me encursions down in the labyrinth. They don't know about me fightin' dog rats. They don't know about me running into that damn dark demon. Hell, what they ever done in their lives sides spendin' their coin on drinkin and pissin beer? Well, I'll make somethin of myself… just you wait old geezers.