Thanks for your interest in the gang's mundane affairs.
My decrepit avatar and Vilja stand in the first-floor Foyer of Weye Manor, almost exactly where we left them last report. Only, in the interim they patrolled the Gold Anvil, traveled to Chorrol, and rode home, which they just entered when I left them to their own devices.
The first leg of their travels was eerily peaceful. Neither beast nor miscreant was encountered between Weye and Skringrad. Not a one. At Skingrad they delivered two packages, picked up two transport assignments to Anvil, ate lunch, and had Tamika remind them where her wine was to be delivered. This last proved to be Pell's Gate, which they had passed twice the day before!

Oh well, they can drop off the crate during their patrol of the Green to Leyawiin, which happens to be next on the rotation roster.
They were not so blessed during the second stage of their journey. Foes abounded. None posed a serious threat.
Not far outside Skingrad the gang encountered a road traveler, a member of the Fighters Guild, clad in civilian attire, a steel sword at his side. This seemed odd to my avatar, who asked to inspect his gear. It proved to be several pieces of leather damaged beyond wear. My avatar repaired and returned said items, a service he oft provides to travelers in need. All's well that ends well. Well, not quite. The guild member was traveling the same direction as they. He kept getting ahead of them, and running in to evil of every sort. A few such encounters later he was again clad in street attire. My avatar rummaged Groucho's packs, retrieved a complete set of mithril, including shield, and gave it to the man free of charge.
As planned, they stopped at Gottshaw to collect taxes-due. As almost never happens, Vilja was left outside with the animals. For whatever reason she bears a grudge against a poor refugee lad housed in the inn. It's best to keep the two separated, lest things turn unpleasant rather quickly.
After dropping off their two supply shipments in Anvil, they walked to Benirus Manor to find the door barred! Turns out my avatar let real-estate tax payments fall a week behind. He returned to the city gate and gave the guard on duty six week's worth of payments. The door was unbarred. They entered their abode. My avatar drank a grass of milk (along with a sweetroll) by the fireplace to ease his stomach, then hit the sack.
Next morning they rose, dressed, picked up two shipping assignment for Chorrol, ate breakfast at Count's Arms, rode to Chorrol, delivered packages, restocked their Seond-Hand Sales Shoppe with spoils from Groucho's packs, and returned to Weye. If all goes according to plan they will soon head out for the dinner in the Imperial City, unless they decide on the Wawnet instead.