Verily, this morning I didst go to the Market of Wal to have the oils that regulate the magic in my broom changed. For I was not sure how old the oil was, but I could smell it when I activated the spell to cool the air around me while I was on the broom. When I arrived in the Market of Wal, I was told that it would be a three hour wait. Alas, when I had once taken it to the shop of the broom smith, they had scheduled an exact time for me to come. Then made me wait more than three hours. So, I waited. I didst go over student scrolls while I did so.
When my broom was finally done, I went into the rest of the Market of Wal. I picked up food stuffs, as well as cleaner for my teeth. I had wanted a half pound of their already prepared chicken. The lady only gave me one. This indicates they are not taking care of their serfs, for they are too hungry to understand words. So, I went over the the tavern of the one who calls himself Panda. I had decided to dine on their Honey Walnut Shrimp. Then felt that if there were a problem, I would go with their chicken marinated in teriyaki.
Alas, there was a Blight upon the shrimp and they had none to offer. Then the chef, who marinated their chicken, had been shot by a random arrow on the way to tend his fowls. Both dishes were not available. The tavern wench claimed that a new dish with chicken and almonds was good, so I didst try it. Then wench was a liar! ‘Twas not good! ‘Twas bad, quite bad. The rice that came with it was dry, as well, but was sustenance.
The Middle-Aged Single Fantasy Witch 