‘ Twould be a day for rejoicing normally, for the academy had given me my bi-weekly stipend. Alas, after I didst pay mine tithes to the high priest. The Warlord has demanded the rest in exchange for continuing to live in my hovel. Forsooth, there is not even enough to go to the market for supplies and mine cupboards do run bare. ‘Tis truly depressing.
The Middle-Aged Single Fantasy Witch 