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redbaron
:: Ahad, 8th of The Deep cold, 1320 :: Im here in dawns bakery, drinking a mug of ale looking at these travelers.  Some old, some young.  All very loud, its all the same people here when i came, like the oren guard huron, will, and sadi, I come here and sell my goods that i hunt, spending my time here is nice besides the noise . :: Ahad, 22nd of snows maiden, 1320 :: The snow falls melting on my skin.  The birds are gone and im sitting beside my fire. I look out my window and I see the men and women walking on the docks. I'm thinking to myself how nice it must be for all of them. To not have to plow a field so i may raise a living.  The golden harvest has treated me well though so i shall not complain. :: Joma, 27th of The Grand Harvest, 1321 :: Back in Dawns Bakery, the smell of the place is what drives me here, the fresh bread, the cakes, everything. She goes down stairs and when she opens the door to where she cooks, the smells are grand. The rain still poors outside, so back in the bakery to let me think.