After a day of hard labour and a thoroughly aching back, Mr. Cloanthus has returned from the fields with a fine jug of cider.

The field took some several hours of handwork, I think some unknown seeds may have slipped into the tilling. Some were quite old, so I'm not entirely sure if they'll grow into anything. We shall see, eh!

All done, some ragamuffin attempted to hinder the good work of Cove but the locals have seem to some people's justice on that front. Fine young fighter, rather eager, keen as mustard. Gertrude was -his- name, yes, odd isn't it?

I say, must be off!



Mr. Cloanthus