This Journal’s Pages Are Scribbled With Text In Goblin
I bought a blank book and pencils to take note on my new life. To think something like this pistol could cause so much trouble. Four pounds of pain and torment, but i will carry it as my burden and reminder of where i come from and where i could still be if it was not for it. I know it is strange to feel something toward an inanimate object, but i am glad i found this pistol. I feel that without it i would be still on those damned murderous rampages and driving slaves. Why? Why must my people be so closed minded and ignorant, all of that suffering, for what? Anyway, enough dwelling on the past., This book is my present and future.
A poor rendition of my salvation.
It has been what seems like years, but i think i finally found “nice” humans. I stumbled into their village this morning and requested lodging and was not chased out of town. They even let me shop in the shops and patron the bar in the inn. I am so used to barns and stables that I am unsure of how I will acclimate to sleeping in a real bed again or to this cold, perhaps that is why these people allowed me to stay at the inn. The people of Heldren have been quite kind to me although there are the snide comments and stares that they think i do not see and hear. I do not blame them for those actions however, if it means being treated well i am willing to ignore the actions of the few over the many. I think i will stay here longer than I had originally planned.