Work Ethic

The trip had been a complete success. After visiting various merchants, he had been able to sell all that they had stolen, and left much richer for it. The amount in his purse 2053 gold. Slightly below what Jikouji had projected, but that could not be helped. When you needed to sell so many goods, you had to be a little more flexible.

The horses were certainly as glad as he that the goods had been sold, as now they pulled a much less burdensome empty cart, and they arrived home mid-morning.

He had fallen asleep a couple of times as he held the reigns in his hands, and though that was far from the quality sleep his body required, he still felt rested enough to go about his business.

The guardswomen welcomed him at the gate, bowing low for their master, asking if he required any assistance.