22nd April 1574
"I know this might sound weird, but do you maybe have any huge pots? The bigger, the better. Also, if you have any men looking for work, I could make use of them as well."
Rather than replying in kind to the rude question of the villager, I simply explained what I came here for, hoping that my politeness wouldn't be taken as a sign of weakness. While it was rare to see villagers randomly attack a noble, especially if they knew that not only he had an armed escort but also a huge group waiting for his return, I couldn't help but worry.
After all, in this day and age, taking one's life was as simple and easy as eating a meal!
"We don't have any spare ones, but Nemen Village might have some in stock. After all, they have a smithy…"
