Here I am once again, in me old small house. I can’t sleep, my eyes are wider than a catfish’s eyes and my stomack emptier than the head of that fool Andold-I swear if he calls me an idiot again I’ll hang him upside down from the inn’s chandelier! I went by the bakery store today, but it closed earlier, couldn’t pick up any bread…eh, maybe if I throw some more words in here I’ll forget.
So what to write about…the only person that comes to mind right now is this accursed scum. Scum! That lousy excuse of a man, Andold, he walked in yesterday calling me that-Cangiante was there, I ain’t making it up. The nerve of some folks! Walks around with a bloody hooded mask, hides his damn face and dares to curse right and left. I had an argument with that one some weeks ago-he still holds grudge against me. Is he stupid or what? If shoving a bird away from your face is a crime, then I’ll just surrender to them watchers. But I’d rather keep me bloddy eyes in them sockets, I wont have ’em plucked out by a crazy white raven! Is it so much t’ask for? But HE won’t understand-he’s got the brains of a chicken me bets...wait, me thinks even less. Even chickens can count right.
So there I was that day, some weeks ago, went to the inn for me regular ale. I bumped into a bulky lad on me way to the bar-almost spilled his drink and, oh gods wasn’t he big…tall as a mountain, Belek was. But to me surprise he didn’t get angry and shove me to the ground. Just yelled a bit, but he became me friend soon. He’s a lumberjack that one. We were talking nice and peaceful, until this stupid bird came, flapping its wings and sweeping its claws at us. It belonged to an elven lass, and Andold must have liked her. So why not act like a hero and defend the feathered Balrog. He came up to me, demended-as if he was the damn mayor- that I got out of the Pony on the count of five. He had missed some numbers the idiot, I’m no scholar but even I know that after III comes IIII and not IIIIIII. Heheh, I laugh when I think of it. So I stood there, waiting for him to get bored, but instead he dragged me out to kick me to the floor-the whole bloddy inn, all of them strangers, travelers, locals, they all followed us outside to admire the spectacle of a fool punching me till I pass out. Heh, but I didn’t give them the pleasure, Nay. Fought back-I always do. I beat him so hard he forgot his name I bet! In the end he fled -to his ma’ me thinks. And at that point I saw Belek standing behind me…wait, could it be that he and his heavy-looking muscles scared Andold off?...Bah, nay, it was me for sure. After me glorious victory we went back in and carried on with the rest of the day-folks did the same, I can tell they were disappointed, they wanted the “oh so cruel, barbarian, bird-foe” to lose. The things that I heard from those folks that day, it makes me wonder.
But it don’t compare to the anger I feel when he walks by, nay it don’t. Yesterday Andold wanted his damn revenge-Cangi got pissed I believe, he stood up to me, like a real friend. But I just wasn’t in the mood to bounce with Andold, I can’t fight him off when half-dead from all that work in the fields. Some mead does the trick, it keeps ya somewhat calm, so I didn’t give him another lesson. But I can’t hold myself if he keeps it up. That bloody chandelier looks so tempting, oh it does… Anyway, I walked away from that one, had some good time with Cangiante and his fellow Amnildir. Heh, I hadn’t seen an elfie laugh so hard before that moment, when Cangi brawled with me in a friendly way. What can I do! He keeps calling me a butterboy, but that’s his title entirely! C’mon, he’s a robe-bearer and a cane-wielder! And he…urm… kind of cornered me for good back there…aye I let him win that one, I did. Ah, he’s like a brother, such a good man. I found out that he can play the Therobo too, or was it Theobro…No matter. We played a couple of songs together until I kicked off. I swear I nearly dropped to the floor from tiredness yesterday, but I felt sorry we left that last song unfinished. It was Caitie’s favourite, but she wasn’t there to hear it.
Remembering that, I'm starting to feel drousy. I’d better head off to me bed before the sun rises.
