And in Buckland I conclude my trade weeks in the Shire. Farmers fayre this year was quite a succes. I have enough supplies to restock my inventory, the costs of these supplies are covered by my trade earnings. Especially the herbal teas and merry morning draugths were sold with succes. Halflings hardly dare leave their borders and therefore have little need for soothing balms or other healing draugths. Only the Tooks seem to get themselves some injury once in a while. According to my records the profit is nearly 90 silvers.
The last day gave me more trouble than I should. I should have left back to the halls yesterday! If it was not for that clumsy excuse of a Bree dweller! Throwing my bottles on the ground, well not on purpose ofcourse. But every time I looked around he was snooping around my stall. I may have been too harsh on the fellow, oh well, he had it coming with that puny moustache of his. Better shave it all if you cant grow a proper one!
Either way its too late to head back now. I have spend too long wondering why those bottles opened so quickly when they fell off. I need to work on that. For now, I loaded two crates of my restocking supplies on a wagon outside, and two more with my left-over potions. I am sure they are standing safe for the night, the Bucklanders have a nightwatch keeping an eye out. Tomorrow I will meet up with some of my kin to return to the halls, hopefully I am in time to say my farewells to my uncle.
