Well that were not needed.
Been a queer old few days and here I am again, laid up in a bloody bed, though better than a bloody pool which were how I were apparently found, then again that could be Quentin being a bit, male. He be adorable, lovely, but I ain't seen him ever look this awful. He fixed the door though, so at least he mended what he broke.
Everything were going fine too, day prior I were with Max, some other lad, and Mister Blida, just nattering away as happy as can be around a table in the inn, though I do find it lovely how Mister Blida is protective of me, just like I be of them, and I don't think he cared much for me company I kept, but didn't stop him dropping off a tiny lost lass for Max and I to be watching over as he went to get help. Ducks max drew, to keep her giggling and entertained. She mentioned Elias, which put me mood right down, but she be a child, how was she to know? I saw her back home safe to that Fiontanns place, though I did not see the man, ain't seen him since I left that journey of his, but I do hope he and his lady had a nice time even if it were an odd trip and all. Anyway, just me and her walking through the blimming woods in the middle of the night. Still, she behaved and after what were whispered in me ear by Mister Blida, she needed someone to take care of her, poor love. Why do folk have kiddies if they ain't going to love and care for them? I ain't ever understood that.
Following day were great! I were in good spirits even if me friend Bal went and talked me out of a ham and chicken pie that were for the going away supper I were doing for Maddoct and Mister Blida! I don't mind, he be fine company, and had there not been serious, personal matters to be speaking of, I would have invited him too, though I assured him he would be most welcome another time. Dwarves I reckon be the strongest of heart and mind, good company and a proud and proper people. Ale were ready, food, and even a parting gift.
I know what happened. I hadn't had anything to eat, not a bite since the night before. I walk in and get this feeling of cold come over me, few sharp pains, remember Bailey circling me ankles, then that were it. Wake up a while later, a good while later, head stitched, shoulder hard to move and being fussed over by me mother. Feel like the time I fell off a horse, though this is worse, right now I feel like a drum is being hit in me head and that I want to throw up all the time. Caught a look at meself too, I shall now be known as Jacki the goblin, thanks for that Jack, at least till the swelling and bruising eases up.
I wrote to him too. It all be a mess, but these supplies came from there, I know they did, Strawberry tea, he always remembers.
