Yes, and a bloody nose!

Almost as soon as Viktor arrived in the village later that day, a farmer attacked him, ramming a fist right into his face. Now, normally, Viktor would have gleefully taken the opportunity to get into a fist fight, he guessed correctly he had done something to piss off said farmer during his apparent drunken shenaningans. "You got some nerve, showing up around here again after what you did!"

Yep, Viktor definitely did something to upset this fellow, and deserved that punch. "I'm sorry... what is it I did to offend you?" he asked. He then grimaced as the farmer proceeded to get offended that he apparently didn't even remember the incident, and he quickly clarified, "I drank only Akatosh knows what, so all of last night is a total blank for me... I'm basically trying to piece together what occured and apparently fix a bunch of issues I caused..."

"You better fix it! You kidnapped my Gleda, and sold her to that giant!" the farmer huffed.

Okay yeah, Viktor DEFINITELY deserved that punch, if he had sold someone to a giant, black out drunk or not. "...please tell me that Gleda isn't your spouse, or worse, your daughter or something like that..." he groaned.

"My prize winning goat!" the farmer shouted. Okay, that wasn't quite as bad as Viktor was afraid of... still deserving of the punch though.

"Right, I'll go get her back for you then. Which way?" Viktor asked. The farmer gave him directions, and Viktor started to trudge uphill. Soon enough, he came across the giant in question, with the goat. The giant looked at him curiously as Viktor considered his options. He wouldn't be oppsed to fighting the giant, obviously, but giants were usually pretty peaceful, unless provoked, and while Viktor sought battle, he tried not to be a dick about it, and dragging this giant into him fixing his own blunders by killing him would definitely qualify as being a dick. Actually, he wondered just how he had communicated with this particular giant for the transaction in the first place. And since when did giants trade gold? He noticed his coin purse was heavier than usual on his way here, and now assumed that the extra money had come from this big guy.

Eventually, with some improvised gestures, he managed to communicate to the giant that he wanted the goat back, and gave back the money, and the giant let him take Gleda without a fuss. He returned to the farmer, who seemed glad that Gleda was back without a scratch. "Sorry about that," Viktor said sheepishly.

"...I suppose no harm, no foul," the farmer replied, surprisingly magnanimous. "And I gave you a punch in the face, so I guess you paid for the trouble enough."

"Did I happen to mention anything that would be of further use in retracing my steps?" Viktor asked the farmer, who shrugged.

"You left a note explaining yourself, but it was mostly illegible, and had wine spilled on it," he explained. "All it mentioned was you needing the money to repay someone called Ysolda."

Ysolda. That was a familiar name to him... he had given her a mammoth tusk when he first arrived in Whiterun, having gotten it from some bandits he had killed on the way there to warn Balgruuf about the dragons, and she had taught him some haggling tricks in return. So it seemed he would have to go all the way back to Whiterun. That trip would take him until tomorrow evening to make, even on horseback, and with only a little bit of time to sleep. Which again begged the question, how the hell had he done so much over so wide an area in a single night?

Questions he would have to answer when he tracked down Sam... and possibly kick his ass if the staff and other prize weren't enough to be worth all this damn trouble...