The Lieutenant and I continue Southwest in our attempt to intercept the courier who bears the stolen packet. We are both filthy and exhausted from our journey as there as been a good deal of rain of late.
We have discussed it amongst ourselves, and are both of a mind to pool our funds and stay in a nearby tavern, but have discovered the critical flaw in our plan is that we have very little in the way of what would pass for 'coin of the realm'.
While I suspect that the people of this area would take any of the money I have in my pockets, I do not wish to raise too much suspicion with foreign coinage.
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