A rough start for James Noah Smith. Waking up outside in some alley and my shirt has gone missing. That's how it started. And vomit next to me too. Head hurt like fucking underworld as well. Must have been a crazy night. It was a celebration for my first victory. And more to come.

After making my way back to the inn (and glares from many), I was reunited with my other comrades.

"Where've you been?! You look like a wreck! Blimey!" said Gregory. He was all up in my face and freaking the fuck out over nothing. My wallet was safe with me, my important belongings were kept in the inn's room, and the only thing that's missing is my shirt. Nothing else was wrong. Except my fucking head hurt, again. I need to go easy on the ale. Did I even drink ale yesterday? I thought I did but now I'm having second thoughts. I feel like I heard the name 'Yorsh' or something similar. Got a little curious about it, I think.

Anyway, I was given a drink from Gregory. I think it was tomato juice with some other medicinal ingredient or two. It did wonders to my pain. I felt so much lighter and clearer than before, like the terrible headache was no more! I couldn't thank him enough, even if he was a fucking dickhead. I wasn't exactly 100% though. I still felt fatigue but that's not too much of a problem for yours truly!

Gregory picked up another job. This time we are supposed to clean up a neighborhood's rooftops. I'm thinking the same thing as you. Seriously, what the fuck kind of job is that? Clean up rooftops? So Gregory says that there are things like algae, mold, moss and twigs and junk that accumulated over the time on many houses and the residents don't want any of the stink staying on top. There's a war happening and all they could think was to get their rooftops cleaned up?! I should've walked out, joined the front lines in taking the Shitheads out in the war instead of this blue-collar bullshit! "What? Are you serious? I bet we won't get paid that much either," Rowan said. And those words were totally what I was thinking. Gregory was all, "It's decent money, and there wasn't much either, besides some very high-level jobs." Heh, had to look after the group, I bet. I might need to think about moving into a different group if I wanted to really want to kick serious ass. Not this shit. None of this shit.

So we went to our destination. A short trip, it was. Not far off from the Capital. It was a gated community that had a guard at the entrance! Must have been some rich neighborhood, obviously. Well, it had to be! The houses were better than any I've seen from my village. All of them were 3 floors high, actually big and every single one of them had a garage! A garage! Not a stable! They must be storing their own luxury carriage in those. Walter scoffed at the sight. He was probably envious of the owners. Maybe with some luck you'll be able to get your very own. Not now though, pal.

Some old dog-type manimmal geezer came up to us. "Are you here for the roof cleaning?" Gregory took charge. "Yes, we're here for the job." He had a fancy cane and his grey dog ears were flapped down to his sides. "The equipment is over there and the ladder is there too." The geezer pointed at what appeared to be a shed with the equipment and a ladder placed outside for our usage. "I'll be going back to my home, then," the geezer said. But before he left, he also said, "Remember to do all the houses. All of them." Now that I gave the area a good look, there had to be at least 10, no 12, no 16 houses. Yeah, Gregory said something about 16 houses at some point. That's literally, completely and absolutely crazy! In 1 day we had to do all of that? Not to mention these aren't some small huts, these are actual, real, sophisticated houses with 3 floors and garages! These fucks are loaded. I've never seen anything like it until now!

Surprise, though! We managed to clean up all those houses before sundown. I used a bit of my magic to burn the surface of the roof off and it's clean as ever! A bit black though. Didn't have to waste time using some chemicals or tools or whatever. The other guys were pretty fucking speedy and even jumped from roof to roof! I should've done that. Which I did of course but only to the last house. I didn't really talk or see them most of the time. The old dog geezer came back at the perfect time to give our reward. He had to ask about the black rooftops to which I said that they were like that from the beginning. He looked at me funny like he didn't believe me. Rightfully so, fucking asshole. Ass-sniffiing son of a bitch. Ha ha! That's a good one! I'm not fucking racist or anything, I'm just saying that was a good line!

Anyway, we got paid and that means more money! That means another job done! A fucking pointless job which I will hopefully never have to do again because it was awful and in no way utilizes my full capabilities! But we got paid and more ale! Gregory said he was going to rest up or something. Rowan wanted to 'nampa' or something foreign. Must have been elf talk. Walter was down for a 'little' drinking. He was pretty chill so I'm looking forward to it! I wonder if he knows about Yorsh? I can ask him about it later.

A little victory celebration for Sir James Noah Smith and his teammate, Walter! A small piece of time reserved for fun and joy. No one knows what the future holds so it's best to make the most out of it in the present. I could be fighting a level 5 dragon (which is not a good idea right now with my current group) or a part of the vanguard in the war to stopping Sheedhied (which might not happen until we go to some other major city somehow). Regardless, the day will end like this! A toast!

Signed, James Noah Smith