*Pulls out her meagre purse and counts the contents.*

Be back shortly.

*Going to the smith, she pays for a trowel, hammer, and small hatchet.*

Well there goes dinner.

*Looking at her one remaining coin, she looks around for pockets to pick. Seeing no easy marks, she returns to the pub, slightly depressed.*

Ready, willing, and somewhat able.

The most annoying thing I ever had to do?
You're lookin' at it.