*in neat grammer school print, on a page of new paper, attached with a pointy raven feather*
The Goatmen sure looked mean to me and just like a bad goblin they shot at me with their bows before I ever did anything. I made the mistake of assuming cetain halflings and dwarves I met were friendly, they attacked, and chased me all the way back to Hlint. How is one to know? I am not brave enough to take a few shots while yelling out friendly greetings. I think Stump is brave and he led our party well. Whoever reads this to him tell him Berri would join his smashing party anytime. (watch out for a hug)
Berri Wyndcliff