I have a headache.
I've spoken with more strangers than I care to admit on how to adjust the appearance of Quill, and I's home.
I'm not impressed with anything they have to say, but I act like I'm fascinated. The worst part is that the currency in New Puerto is different than the one in Ovylian, so I'm not even sure how much this is going to cost.
Leopold is invested though, listening to what they have to say, and even bringing up his own ideas. I keep my mouth shut, and only agree when Leopold does.
When the last one leaves, I'm slumped in my seat, not knowing who to pick for this job.
"You didn't like any of them, did you my lady?" he asked, and I shook my head.
"Plus, the currency is different here, and I don't want the changes to be too costly." I replied, and Leopold nodded his head, his he rubbed his chin, lost in thought.
