I begin to think that the people here are all daft.
I have been approached, numerous times, by people who want to chat. They do not seem to understand anything, even when I am rude to the point that they remark upon it. Yet, still, they barrel on, apparently hoping that I will be swayed to kinder speeches.
There was a man who tried his best to get me into his bed. I obliged him...
But only long enough to punch him and steal his coinpurse to teach him a lesson. I shan't spend the money; it is not mine. When he finally wriggles free and can find me, I will hand it back again with not a coin spent.
And then there was some pointy-eared bastard -- some ridiculous elf -- who followed me around the Inn until I was ready to scream. I did, too; he accused me of pickpocketing someone as I walked past them and then he tried to force a bag of coin upon me. Perhaps others would be grateful for it, but I am not. He took my hands; I did not like that. I find that these days I cannot stand to be touched.
I left him and was approached by a pretty girl (and above this 'pretty girl', she adds, apparently at a later date: I have come to call her friend). I should not have minded her company, for she seemed more apt to prattle and leave me to my silence. Yet, that bastard knife-ear found me and after a short argument, I tried to leave.
He tried to fight me; I believe I may have bested him. He seemed... odd... for an Eldar.
My second day ended with me hiding in my room after I was sure he had left. People are so strange in this town!
