Oi ain't got me no toime fer ponderen why oi were summoned befer dat Green Dragon...oi got me craftens ta be doin. Course, me motto, fer which oi alway thinken be fer goin on me wears, "me breaks more den me makes," ain't ta be, seeins ow oi jus got da blessens ov Dorand on me side. Iffen oi could be grinnen in me journel, oi would, as oi jus found me a ring ov is (Dorand favored me wit a ring).
Oi'v been wonderen dis land an ponderen fer which land oi be comen from. Oi don't be fer knowen where dat place may be cept it were underground wit da rest ov da Bloodbeard clan an odder dwarves ov finest nature. Oi guessen dey ain't fer wanten me back, anyhow, as oi turned me ways ta dat ov Vorax an not da traditional Dorand ov me ancestor's ways. Course, oi ave me reasons. Still, oi wouldn't be moinden ta find me home gain jus sos oi can see da folks. Strange as oi jus be bout rememberen me pa's name jus yesterday. Grymaxe...hmmm, wonderen why wit a name loik dat, e weren't prepared fer a lad ov a son be goin ta Vorax ways? Wellen, oi'l keep me word an foight gainst dem cursed Coranth devils fer brought me moi course an set me on me path ta enloightenment with such as da Eternal Vigilant.
Oi'v met strange folk ere, very big and very small uns too. Strange oi ain't fer seein em befer oi comen ere. Oi ain't says oi loike dem all (cept some be fer wearen on ya), bein some ain't natural, an odders bein inta preachens bout dar Weavens. Oi'v been warnen em bout dem Weavens an da devils who be waken up ta take back dat which dey loan (pact wit dem devils gonna come back on em, oi says). Dem witches bein sorry fer taken up such a path...strange oi loike some dem anyhow an be not loiken wat oi may be called fer doin when dar masters be comen ta possess em gainst us God fearen folk.
Tegan...she bein a strange witch fer tuggen on me cape an oi'v fer seein both soides ov er, oi ave. She bein all charmen den one day, Whammen me wit er witchery doos. Says she be mistaken...oi says da devils getten close ta taken back dat which bein theirs' an be maken er castens hit me. Oi'l watchout fer er...strange oi may ave ta bury me axe in er one day...oi'l morn er iffen it comes ta dat.
Rhynn...oi ain't thinken she be haven half a moind in er, wit all er gabben bout nonesense...course she be sayen odderwise...den oi seein she be all luven on dat dandy, Freldo, an yep, oi tellen ya, she ain't half a moind. Oi thinken she be scatter witted. Oi thinken, first, dem evil horses be up ta maken er muddled in da brain, but den she be tellen me dey be gone...course, oi guessen Freldo ain't fer elpen wit er muddled moind, bein ez a muddle moind emself.
Strange ow nobody fer listenen ta da understandens ov a dwarf...oi called it roight when oi says dem horses bein evil. Rhynn's jus tellen me oi'm roight wit da whole mess. Well, where's me pat on me back fer da knowen ov it? Seems dem witches be needen ta listen ta me talkens more den dey'll admit ta...course, oi'l keep me axe sharp fer dat day oi'l be needen it gainst da whole lot ov em. Oi ain't looken forward ta it, oi must be sayen. Course, oi'l stay true to da matter.
Freldo...wat can oi says bout em? Ez a dandy if ever oi be seein em. Bright colors fer a lass, ain't no man nor dwarf be caught dead in. Thinken ez funny wit all ez tossen gold bout loike we dwarf be fer fetchen. E'll ave ta fetch me axe out ov ez arse iffen e ain't fer quiten ez foolishness. Ain't proper ta be tossen dwarven blood bout loike dat. Ain't roight fer im ta ave any ov it nedder. Course, e can take a joke witout all cryen bout it, dat oi'l admit...must be e took nuff ov dem gainst imself in da past an ain't no more tears fer da eyes ta be leaken out. Or maybe e jus be peein in dem leather breeches...now dat oi recall, dar were a strange smell bout em yesterday.
Kiva...ez a dark heart...seems ez so dark dat e got lost. Ain't fer seein em bout nowheres. Oi ain't gonna be admitten none dat oi loike dat daft elf (jus wishen e be getten ez arse back sos we could be openen shop).
Jareg...ez a goat.
AnnaLee...wellen, wat can a dwarf be sayen bout a foine lass wit beautiful red hair loike dems found on me own ead (hmmm, beard)? Course, she were bein daft bout dem black horses, from da hells fer which dey ride, too. Oi thinken dem horse be fer messen wit er moind an maken er all mad. Now dat oi'm roight wit da mess dey be maken, oi best be fer tenden ta er. Course, oi thinken she be fer fallen wit dem steeds cause ov er wanten ta be wit Kiva...as oi says, ez a dark heart, an she jus be fer replacen er luv ov em wit a darker heart. Wellen, oi knowen da ways ov women, wanten ta change da wicked way ov things, thinken dey can be bout fixen everything, when dey ain't even fer knowen ow ta be fixen demselves. Hmmm. Oi ain't fer admitten it, but iffen AnnaLee ad a beard ta be tuggen, oi'd take er ta be moine. Course, oi'd ave me mistress fer maken proper dwarven babes...ain't fer maken babes wit no part elf. Dat bein da daftest part ov er, oi suspecten.
Wellen, oi best be off ta get deliveren dem notes fer da Freelancer Tavern. Oi'm all fer elpen a fellow follower ov Vorax...even if it bein fer getten odder liquered. Maybe den dey'll be out ov me way while oi be bout me minen...Dorand bless me wit ez ring...who'd seen dat?
