I march out into the woods, find a bandit, and stab her guts out.
Turns out she's carrying the exact fishing pole I'm looking for. What are the odds?
I return the pole to Gail. She's grateful, and pays me the going rate of 90 coppers that all the locals pay for random jobs of delivery and murder. While this one was technically a win for me, I'm still kind of feeling like giving a fishing pole to a non-fisher hasn't really improved the quality of life for people here in town.
Let's check the score. So far the bandits have claimed the following loot:
1) Purse (recovered)
2) Tree diary
3) Fishing pole (recovered)
4) Handkerchief (recovered)
So now the hundred or so of them will have to share the tree diary, I guess. Glad I was able to leave them with something.
The brigands are cranky. Chief Cole decomposes.
I took back the hanky, for the blowing of noses.
Ted needs loot (from thieving) though it's guarded by bears.
He is wrong in believing that I'm a Hobbit who cares.
Out for a stroll here, deep inside the woods proper.
I recovered your pole Gail, so gimmie my coppers.
Next Time: Home again, home again, jiggity jig.