*Written sloppy on a dusty leather bound book*
Oi, 'nother rough day. Wouldn't think that beat'n on gnolls and kabolds would be get'n old. Maybe, I just need'n to slow down. These shor' legs not be taken me far, either that or I need'n not to travel alone. Yes, today I shall set out to find me a travel frien'. For nows though, I rest.
