[Decided to start a diary, um, paper is a bit expensive, but Aunt Sofia gave me a discount...]
[Well, the tavern's rye beer is of really low quality, who knows how much water they've mixed in...no, how much beer they've poured into the water... But Winnie sure knows how to twirl her waist seductively, decided I'll go there again...]
[Damn it, the peasants under Baron Lancaster have no sense of time, don't even know what year it is... I can only start counting from the day Baron Lancaster was ennobled, so now it is the Ninth Year of Ennoblement, the month of sowing, nothing happened today...]
[The month of sowing, the 12th, another guest arrived, who got diarrhea from drinking unboiled water and ended up being bled to death by a quack doctor... Luckily, the family of the deceased was rather generous with the tip, and I chose a nice grave for them.]
[To the tavern...]
[To the tavern...]
[Found that there's a new waitress at the tavern, Winnie seems to be jealous...]