No sound in the streets tonight save for the crickets. Gatehouse is clear, and there's no sound from the pond. Can oftimes hear noise comin' from the Inn on the hill, but even that seems still t'night. Walked past the square as well; saw a few folk about. Lil Bramblebush seems to keep company with that small half-man Bill Heathrow, though I can't for the life of me see why. Pretty enough girl though, and no mistake, though it's likely just the golden hair. Always did fancy gold haired lasses...I wonder whatever happened to the glover girl? She never saw me for dirt, but then why notice the skinny lad who cleaned the muck off the floor of the Mad Badger?
Memory makes a man thirsty. Long street is quiet enough. I've earned a pint at the Warhorse, I'd say...
