Finally. I found a job.
I shall guard this town and the regions around it. We shall restore the peace and order and bring justice to those who need and deserve it. Hail for that, I am content.
I must wash that uniform again. Those blasted cat hairs are still visible although I brushed the entire set three times
A have a job. This requires some celebration. I believe I shall have a pint of that ale they sell in that chaotic inn. Yes. That will not exceed the limits of appropriate behavior. Especially, if I can get that strange harp player to play some suitable, lively march songs.
There will be order. Finally.
