Hurbert

A grand turn of events! Truly grand!

My goods and cart have been delivered to me safe and sound by the most wonderful dwarf by the name of Garram! Oh bless those Longbeards! The rumors of their trustworthiness are well founded after-all! I was terrified that I would never see my stubborn oxen or my cart ever again. I believe I will have to keep this dwarf in mind for future jobs. He certainly isn't as shrewd of a businessman as myself. He didn't want much for his labor other than fifty copper coins.

I don't know where to begin, but I've been told by the inn keeper that I am not alone in this sort of trouble and that I may find some peace of mind by writing down what I experienced. I suppose I will start at the beginning:

Dear Journal,

I write this entry on several pages of parchment and a half used pencil I managed to barter off of the barkeep here in the Forsaken Inn. He's a rather grim fellow, but so are most in this rather dire establishment. You would think a folk so serious and stern would've had the common sense to patch up the gaping hole in the roof! Ah, but it's no matter. I suppose they'll warm up to me and my clever wit in no time at all.

Threland smirks with a painful exhale, lying down on the prancing Pony’s floor as he clutches onto his manhood in one , however rummaging around in his sidebags with a free hand, pulling a gourd and shoving it over, setting it in orbit for Nirieleth's hair. The woman, clad in heavy armor previously retaliated for a bucket of cold water thrown at her. The sense of justice was strong to the man, for she had in the past dishonoured his favorite pastime; drinking.