I received a letter today from some woman named Molly as if I know who that is. Barliman was holding it for me and passed it over when I entered. I don't visit the Inn that frequently at all, I've only been by once or twice in the past week to look for someone. But other than that, it's not a place I really go to that much, and can't imagine why someone would leave a letter there for me. Not only that but not someone I know. It's the second time this week I've received a letter from a stranger.
I didn't realize that the very few people that I asked about this person has apparently told so many people that some random wench in the tavern knows who I am and knows my name and knows that I've been asking. I think it's rightly mighty odd, and I'm not sure I want to meet this fellow after all. Sure, the coin is good and I could really use it to get Sorrel some new medicine, but I'm mighty uncomfortable with everyone knowing my business, and this is the second time I've heard that someone's gone off and talked about me to strangers.
Writing this in the Pony, I'm reminded strongly of why I quit coming here. I think people come to the Pony just to dish out all their family drama for everyone to see. I know more 'bout this one girl's family than I do my own, and I'm about tired of coming in and finding that I'm learning even more than I ever wanted to. I have five younger siblings and including all them together, I don't know as much about them as I know about this girl and her parents and the twenty men she's chasing tail after. It's exhausting.
But again, as I've said a million times, I don't like people knowing my business. I reckon that's why I think it's so annoying to know an entire family's business.
