Somethin's afoot. Walked down Garden Street and ran into another bunch bangin' on drums and singin' at the top of their lungs. That's two so far... Usually this street is the quietest in the village, especially down by the little pond; a bit like time's taking a little lie-down, if you catch my meaning. The little master told me there was some talk of holding a village Faire, though I've heard nothing out of Ginny Needler's mouth about it, and she'd be the first t'say anything. Bah, going to head up to the Warhorse...anything to get away from the bloody din.
Curious what..er... who you meet in the town square. Rough looking fellow... one-eyed...looks like he's seen a few tussles and not necessarily been on the better side of 'em. Noticed him before; he seems to spend a fair amount of time with the folks on the hill. That speaks well for him, even if his looks don't. For all they're quiet, they seem to be the reason Arrowhaven hasn't had the same troubles as other places...
Wonder if Miss Rose has anymore of that smoked boar meat? Fried some up with some mushrooms yesterday and they went down a treat! Could eat just about anythin' as long as there was bacon with it. Noticed a few new faces in the Inn as well. One little lass, no bigger than a minute, was puttin' away tankards like a guardsman and winnin' at dice, to boot. Tiny, dark-haired thing...but a pretty face that seemed to prefer smiling to not. Reminded me of a pet mouse I had as a lad...had a devil of a time keeping my Mum from going after it with her broom. Noticed a nasty scar on her cheek...nor was it put there by accident. Makes my blood boil, that. No man treats a lass like that and calls himself a man, don't matter if she's a princess or a doxy...a true man does not do that. She's staying in the cottage down by the Artisan's guildhall that belongs to that prospector, if I don't mistake. I'll keep an extra sharp eye that the place remains quiet...after some of Miss Rose's veal balls with bacon, that is.
