(A sloppy handrwitting, the letters are badly shaped and the text is readible with some effort.)
Imagine yourself being locked up in a cage with a hungry wolf-hound, not knowing if it will bite anytime soon or if its domestic side will get the good of it. If anyone can imagine that, well, I don’t think I need to say more. It describes perfectly what it’s like to be imprisoned, in the same cell as Tom the man-eater. There he is, hiding in the shadows, snarling and baring his sheer teeth towards meself, as I’d made the bars a second spine to me, struggling to stay awake. I know it, one closed lid and they’ll find me bones picked clean the next morning. I’d fend him off if I didn’ brawl with Sefa that often, the other well known fancy-hat. Beat me arse those last days, I’m not the greatest opponent right now. Rather drousy too…This’ll be a long night in this cell, and maybe me last… the guard is just beside me, so I guess I’m good for the time being. How the heck do I end up in the worst situations all the time?
Oh, I’d think I know the answer to that. It’s all those stupid new watchers’ fault! So useless and daft, they can’t tell the difference between a serial killer and a sheep…I’ve seen them, roam round town in those fancy red suits, saluting each other while crime thrives under their watchless noses and reckless sets of eyes. I swear, Blind Bill can do a better job than them. Half of the town guard are high-helmed fools and the other half is corrupt.
Of all people they decided to to arrest Cangiante and haughtily drag him to trial with the sad excuse of a crime he didn’t commit. Brilliant Tom the man-eater, the same beast I’m hangin out with right now –why me?- fell off a ledge, nearly cracking his head on a rock or so I heard. What a fool…they almost hanged me pal, but somehow Cangi escaped that fate. I’m more than glad, I couln’t lose a friend to the combined idiotic forces of Tom and the ‘diamonds’ of those guards… I don’t like them at all.
Not many folks get on with them either. The way they act says it all. There I was one day, minding me very own business, nappin’on a bench at the Prancer, when two of ‘em pompous arrogant sods come up t’me and charge a fine-fifty bloody silvers!!!- for ‘undermining Barliman’s business cause I should have rented a room for sleeping’. Ridiculous! Nay to menion I didn’t have the coin, them dragging me to an alley and demanding to empty me hollow pockets…when they realized I had nothing, they snatched me sword after a lot of strain and buggered off when some dwarven folk came to me aid. I later learned those must’ve been fake guards, but they seemed pretty real to me...though I’ve to admit, one of ‘em had a Gwiberskarn aura ‘bout him...I really don’t know why.
Not even a day passed since then and there comes this bloody elf-watcher-what the Balrog’s hell will I see in m’life? - Mirthven, takin’ me into custody, ‘cause of a rumor. Apparently ‘a little bird’ told her I was hiding bloody Irad Gwiberskarn at me place! I don’t even know the man, never been near him or so I think..! I did lose my coin a couple of times to those thieves…dragged me to jail she did, asked me a couple of questions and let me go, all this trouble over nothing, cause she knew I was innocent all along. I noticed her look, she was searching for an excuse to shackle me, darn those female kind. Been drawing them attention a bit too much as of late, but, really now? That exceeds everything… I’ll never understand I suppose.
(letters becoming larger and sloppier in advance from now on)
And nay even taking a MOMENT’S rest, here comes Tom spewing threats to massacre meself and Cangiante, throwing his trusty raw meat all over the place. I did lose me temper there, gave him a beating he’ll remember- nobody hurts me friend and gets away with it, neither will I ever stand by as he goes on with his lies. I’d heard that day, he’s been pointing out innocent folk to the guards, sending them to jail. Now that I think of it maybe I should have left him alone, else I wouln’t be in this position as I am now…but then again I don’t regret a thing. At least the others will be safe instead. Cangi, and Ephelwyn and Misavei..oh damn, if she hears I’m here, I’m in a lot of trouble. And she’ll probably be dead worried on me behalf.
Hours have passed, but that monster of a man is still there in his dark corner, growling, his wolvish eyes never leaving me in peace
He’s wating, praying
I must stay awAke, it’s just a maTter of its a singLe day’s thinG
I
must
