Esgir's Journal
Hello, friends! Looks like ye've found me journal. Well, I'll let ye look at it, but I warn ye. This was not one o' the most wise things I've done. I wrote this in me book that I keep in me pack, but I closed the book when I was done writin' in it. Well, to make a long story short, the ink was still wet - and a closed book containing wet ink does NOT make a good thing. So, there be some smudges and such on some writings. These are just some pages I tore out. I think I still have me journal from times before I was in Garic, but I'll have to find them later. Enjoy these few I've scrounged up! I warn ye - they be in no chronological order of any sort...
Hello Journal. I don't know why I say that. The only person that reads this be me. I'm writing today from the coat rack. Apparently my partner in crime, so to speak, Hermy, turned over a note with our plans to rescue Arnor from jail. Damned halfling. Must be the hairy feet. Anyway, here I sit... or hang... or whatever.

HEY JOURNAL! GUESS WHAT?! Arnor was killed today. I watched it from atop a fat man. Couldn't make me way to Aria, though. My, she looked pained. Guess she has a thing for big, fat, sweaty, barbaric pig-ravagin' <smudged>. Oh well. I thought the scene was a bit interesting, but as I said - I was on a fat man's head. He wasn't exactly reminiscent of a field of flowers. More like a field of kobold dookie.

Hiloo Journal. I made a bomb today. Thought you should know.

HEY! Who stole me bomb???

Journal... did ye take me bomb?

Journal - I'm still looking for me bomb. Give it back. I was looking under tablecloths today for it, and ended up raising a skirt of a certain BARTENDER! Gimme me bomb before I do anything else stupid!

Hiloo! I found me bomb! It exploded. I found a gear of it. And the smell...

Hey there, Journal. Bradachin told me today that some wraith is looking fer me. What joy. I hope it doesn't kill me in the night or anything like such... I can't cast spells in me sleep! Of course there was that one time that I... er, never mind. That wasn't a spell.

Aria has invited me to her room for the night. She said it was for protection. I say it was WITH protection. Wink wink. She digs me.

Hiloo. A new day. It was only fer protection. Blasted human "headaches'. Then again, I much appreciate her help. I'm not dead!... am I? Journal - what are ye hidin' this time?? Nothin', eh??

Hullo. They let me practice in the stables today - oh what joy! I broke this big wooden pole in the middle of the room. The ceiling sunk a little, and it's getting lower by the day. Nothing serious. I practiced and honed my skills with the DRAGON STANCE. They laughed at me. Who'll be laughin' when they watch me slay ALL 1,000,000,000,000 goblins... WITH MY BARE HANDS? Hoo-ya! I da gnome! The LAZY EYE works pretty good, too.

I woke up in a pile of hay when I fell from the ceiling and landed on Aria. She spun around. I almost puked, but I didn't show it. After all - that is not good for a practitioner of the... DRAGON STANCE!!!
As I said, more to come...
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