The evening before departure from Tabard Inn
Day 12
April 8

Today I made merry with the other pilgrims as celebrating the day before our journey ahead. I tried to invoke conversation in the Cleric again, but still he proved to be too dull to even keep his nose out of his books. The Summoner became drunk and started raving in his Latin, and I made a note to steer clear of this grotesquely looking and smelling man. The Franklin and I chatted for a great deal. He is a very handsome and charming man. I will remember him; he told me of his fine house and parties. After I am absolved, I might want to visit him.