You are awaiting instructions from the merchant Porberd.

Fat Porberd walks around you and, as usual, petty grunts and grumbles. You patiently await Porberd's instructions. So what is he going to tell you now?

"Useless bag of shit! You're fired! Get the hell out of my store!"

You expected this - all the behavior of Porberd over the years while you served him led to this development of events. You served for 11 years this miserly merchant Porberd and did dirty and hard work for him. Porbird profited from your work and saved money for you. And now Porberd has decided to kick you out, leaving you penniless. The reason is simple - lately, profits from the timber trade have decreased (competing merchants from Orlania - bring down prices on the market, and the new young king with his mother, the queen regent - patronize the Orlan merchants). The greedy and petty Porberd apparently decided to reduce his expenses and expel his servant - you - so as not to pay you even such small funds as he paid until now.

You look into Porbird's small dimly bluish eyes, at his fat belly, at his flabby face with large grayish sideburns.

After a moment's delay, you silently go to your closet (it was previously a closet - Porbird was greedy to give you a normal room).

You quickly pick up your belongings - a bag, a traveling staff, an ordinary peasant's knife, a dozen bread cakes, a bag of twenty copper coins (the current exchange rate in Mortham: 150 copper coins is equal to 1 silver, 200 silver coins are equal to one gold coin).

You silently and resolutely walk out of Porberd's trading shop.

You are wearing ordinary gray linen peasant pants, a peasant linen jacket with a hood, peasant shoes. In your hands you hold your hiking wooden staff and over your shoulder you have your bag with your things.