Horses, peasants and baldness

[Hoagie]

I needed supplies for a training I'm planning. Sadly, the tinker in Cove has long been dead, so we ventured to New Haven.

There, we encountered the thing all Covians fear. The panda. Locked into the tinkers shop, hearts pounding, we surged out and vanquished it.

A passing peasant gifted us a horse as tribute, which we immediately sold to a passing gargoyle for 50,000 gold.

Huge sum of money acquired, we went and got Kobra's head shaved, spending it all on the job.

*Signed,*
Hoagie, Captain