I gave the lions share of my useless gold to this vapid old man. He smells of wine, and his speech is one of a thief. In return, I took a bow from him. I do not wish to soil my garments with the blood of beast for now, and will keep them at a distance if I wander out again.
What is to come now, I do not know. There was a well muscled woman who's been eyeing me in this camp; her carnal lust is all but worn on her lack of sleeves. Do your worst witch; I rest now, for on the morrow my arrows will fly again towards suffering.