Monday, March 9, 2009

Culture

I hang out with Albin. We go hunting and drink. Our meals consisted of fruits, veggies, game, home made bread and some times fish. We drank mostly ale and cider because the water is unclean. I live in a small town that was built on trade. Our roads need a lot of work, they are narrow. Sanitation is a constant concern, open drains run along the sides of the streets. We have curfew bells that rings between 8 and 9 o'clock, that tells us it's time to stop work at the brewer. My house is on a hill surrounded by farm land where we grow our barley.

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