I finally had a complete set of equipment: leather armor, leather boots, a leather shield, and a sword made out of some metal. I felt a petty sense of satisfaction.
(Now what?)
(Uh-oh, now I kind of feel like going off on an adventure.)
As I walked along the main street, in my heart I was jumping.
(Age has nothing to do with excitement! I can just be a middle-aged warrior.)
I still had 77 silver remaining. The inn was one silver and some copper, so I could afford lodging and food for three months easily.
All thanks to that goblin.
(I wonder if they managed to escape safely...)
When I looked up at the sky emotionally, it had turned red. With the sun setting, I felt a sense of satisfaction with my day.
(I guess I'll get some dinner.)
I wandered around, a little unsteady from my new equipment, and found a restaurant that looked good. I ordered their recommended meat dish and beer. When my drink arrived, I did a one-man toast.
Of course, I went to a different restaurant than the day before. I didn't want to have stuff thrown at me again. The food was so-so, and so was the beer. It wasn't a bad dinner.
After eating, I headed back to my inn and slept.