this campsite until it starts snowing - my tenuous plan is to buy one of the abandoned homesteads and find a tenant and housekeeper to farm the land while I tend a garden and practice alchemy from under a roof. If I were to sell full price in the marketplace or out of the alchemist's shop, if they are interested in expanding their practice a little, I don’t imagine the powers that be would notice me providing as free healing as is possible to those in need.
That seems strangely out of character to me now that I have committed that to the page, but I suppose my stint as a prisoner and fugitive has erased the desire I had
of becoming rich and famous - besides, I made more money more quickly wandering through Vvardenfell peddling potions from marketplace to marketplace than my storefront practice ever did! Of course I don't have a store or a house now, but those are just minutae.
I'm going to read more while the potions finish.
Helga is here again, begging for food as I cook - definitely not just livestock. Not going to feed her though. I have no idea what a goat normally eats other than foliage.