Dear Pinkerton,
Please let me grab a boon from your pile tomorrow. I won’t even sell your sister any of the items from my hoard if you give me something good. In fact, I won’t sell her anything ever again…for a whole 24hrs. Okay thanks.
With love and lots of faith in you so don’t fricking let me down,
Me
I went to grab my daily thing from him just now in hope of not getting another arm bow today again.
I got a plank.
I’m so grateful.
He always gives me his wood. .-.