Finally found someone who assumes that a woman who works the forge is married, though it also felt kind of like an insult, as if I couldn't handle the work myself or was being forced to do it. Set 'im straight with that one. But that just didn't seem like the highlight of my day. No, that was somewhere around dinner, which was technically just more apples and bread...
I get the distinct feelin' that somethin' ain't right around 'ere, that chill runnin' down me spine. Got me a bit worried 'nd all that... Also had to take care o' Val's kid, dunno' what 'appened. He just kept cryin' the whole time. The hell is goin' on in this damned village? Also, it seems there's jokes 'bout me still not havin'...erm...laid with me husband, to put it lightly. That's goin' too far. WAY too far. Damn public perverts, the lot o' them. Keep to yerself, I'll keep to meself, 'nd no one 'as to be impaled on a pike. Is it really that hard???