**This entire journal is written in dwarvish. Words inside the "*" are first person, words outside of it are third person. I am writing this in a story type fashion**
Olric lit his hickory smoke pipe as he sat down at a table in the Wild Surge Inn, he pulls his pen and fresh journal bought from the local store and begins to write.
"It be an interestin' day taday. Oi woke up ahside ah temple o' Illarse er whuteva in a town called Hlint. Wierd dreams o' ah dragon been plaguin' me aswell, oi'll havta pray fer guidance from Vorax ta understan' dis. Oi found me cuzin Alymli 'ere aswell..Oi guess he manag'd ta foind his way 'ere as well. Oi also gathar that he dunnea know dat Oi know whut happen'd in dat forest un dat day. Oi am juss glad ya see a familar face, whuteva happened tween him an' dat Gnald is nunna me concern fa know, he'll havta answer ta Vorax himself fa dat."
Olric folded the notebook and put it back in his pack. He stood up slowly jingling the inn room key in his hand.
