I really shouldn’t have let that old woman get to me. Why did she bother me so much? I’ve kept my cool in the face of angry fathers, drunken dukes, and murderous street thugs. Why did she get to me?

At least we made some excellent connections with Farro Greentower. Hopefully that will come in handy in the future. He seemed to like me, even though his housekeeper kept trying to impune my honor. and then we ran into some strange fellow with a box in his cart. the box seems to be trying to escape. but perhaps more troubling, it seems this fellow and his box are headed to our manor…