At the Tabard Inn
Day 12
April 7

I ran into a man in our party. He is an Oxford Cleric and is a bit of a nerd. His looked like a wimp and wasn’t much more than skin and bones. His horse wasn’t much better, and you know what they say, “You can tell all about a man from his horse.” He seemed really dense, and was only interested in his books. I tried flirting with him just for kicks, but I don’t think he even noticed me. He made me so mad, it took all my strength to keep from throwing his books in the fire.