Chapter 2
by 
TheProletariat
Day 1
Tavern Day 1
Setting off for the two story shanty built tavern just perched bedside the Marideth River. Opening the bar is easy enough, only a few townsfolk come in before the sun begins to cast west. Still deeply uncomfortable about bringing up her wages to Angus Cod, she hesitated.
“Maybe I’ll talk to him later, when he’s got more drink in him? No I should do it now while I’m not busy, but what if he’s only woken up and prone to any manor of ****? Key moment of despair.” She whispered to herself.