The day itself uneventful. I hung out
with Ciara some, and with Ruthie some. Ruthie must go away on a long
trip that will keep her away and hidden from the rest of Jerrath
until late in August. I will miss her, so I spent the day with her
contemplating barrels on piers. We ended up figuring that the barrels
were full of spring water from Lake Quintal. Ruthie tested the water
and it was good. Or so she said. I don't like water, so I didn't try
it.
Before I won a room to sleep in Ruthie
was one of the few who slept out at the campfire near The Inn with
me. I had taken to calling her my room mate, despite there was no
room to share at the campfire. Ruthie is a good friend and a decent
person. In our younger days we were a bit wild and reckless. We stole
our shares of kills and picked up our share of other peoples' hard
earned trophies. We may have even looted a peer or two. We were
young, so we never got more than a handful of gold and a cap from it.
If we were really lucky we might find a flail that wasn't broken too
much. Ah, those were the days. . . wouldn't wish them back. But it's
good to think back on your past and to reflect on how you've grown as
a person and to know you are wiser for everything that happened to
you, good or bad.
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