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Well well well, Looky wha' I found rummaging through the fancy box when I went to put my shiny new rock in it. Little missy's personal book of ill-remembered truths.

So I figured, it's time for more notes from the editor! Also, I'm now the editor. since the Lass can't keep her whats from her whos. (And I'm supposed to be the drunkard)

On that note in particular, I dunnae know what She's talkin' bout with the Crystalhue bunk, I know I woke up and my crown was in the fire, but I'm fairly certain I saw other people throw stuff in to that fire before I was so far gone to remember doing whatever I did, but my beard wax was tragically low the next morning. Luckily fire doesn't hurt mithril, or else I'd be in real trouble when I get home.

Also, I dunno why you'd think I'm sweet on Kelda, I appreciate a lass in armor, but c'mon... still human, and you clearly dunnae know anything about how dwarves show affection...

This Sejeiro business is gettin' me ticked proper, mah angelhat still isn't back, and it seems the devils got him locked up in a soulbox somewhere. I know I'm not really the lad's commander, but if my instructions got irrevocably trapped, dunno if I could forgive m'self.

Just know that when it comes down to business, that red devil's going to answer to me, and my spikes, and those alone. I showed him a modocom of respect, and the arse couldn't return it. Heh, I've gotim scared though. Using a cheaters weapon to slide through my armor? guess we'll just have to take it away from him and watch the big oaf cry!

Also since this little book will undoubtedly end up in a museum, I've taken the liberty of etching some of the important parts of a contract I've had signed in it, sorry Thalia, buuuut dwarven mining rights are more important than your personal brickabrak, and I figure the more places I have copies of this the better.

And on another note, while I suppose its only fair, since I can't spell crap in yer common tongue. : Gonti Drengi. Is how you spell it.

I don't know why everyone got in such a fuss about Hongal, other than being framed for murder it was proper fun. I got the whole country to pretend they were dwarves, and the damn city is throwing their stupid little ceramic cups on the ground, they shatter like nothing else, it's wonderful.

oh, yes, Thalia, for your history book: Sejeiro decided to frame me for murder, killed two of the palace guards who I was drinking with last night, Aurora Yoska and I cleaned it up yesterday morning before we left, so no worries.

Now if I can just start getting them to stop building structures out of rice paper, this little buggers might be a civilization worth taking note of. unlikely though. I can't wait until We get our picks into that mountainside, untold amounts of precious ore in that mountain.

I'm almost done with Ameiko's armor, and she's almost ready to wear it, hope she steps up once we get to her little paper kingdom, just have to take a walk through the woods. Woods is terrible places, cursed, full of ghosts, too much life in one place, means its surrrounded by that much more death... I mean c'mon, they sent a fox-lady to watch after us? I don't know what these people are into, but whatever kind of mating had to happen to make one of those? GROSS...

Ah crap, I've gone an' got meself being insightful. So you - future scholar - you may now resume yer fancy pantsy elven love story, and remember Thalia, if Ameiko is going to be a Empress, she's going to need an Heir... got to know these things when you're a king.

/Also throughout the journal now can be found small annotations, comments, and markings in the margin, all of these however, are written in dwarven, seemingly scribbled without much thought as they fell off the head of their writer/

WELL, Look what I found lying under her pillow when I put little missy down for her nap. HAH, looks like it's time for the Ruggernaut to add some more accurate details of our goings on, since Talia has decided that one arrow means it's nap time - poor gal can't hold her poison.

ANYwho. SO first of all, allow me to correct a few things. I don't smell. I just have a strong natural Dwarven musk, which is more than the puny olfactories of humans are ready for, it's a sign of high stature and noble standing, I'm just along on a trip where no one seems to appreciate such things. Although I feel good about this Kelda Lassy, another person who knows how to strap on armor will be a welcome change from the dress-wearing ninnies I'm surrounded by all day. TALIA- WHEN YOU FIND THIS, THERE IS A BEAUTIFULLY MADE CHAIN SHIRT IN YOUR CLOSET NOW, PUT IT ON SO YOU DON'T PASS OUT INSTANTLY WHEN YOU GET SHOT NEXT TIME.

I also want it to go on record that I do in fact find most of this whole "Mystical box makes you king of the empire" crap to be just that, crap. I mean really, Whose going to listen to that? From the sound of it, the current regime where we're headed doesn't, and why should they?! IT'S A TALKING BOX!

Honestly, what society bases it's rulership on things like this?! ORC Society makes more sense! "Roar roar, me da biggest, me da best" That is at least logical at the basest sense.

Now don't get a dwarf wrong. I'd be happy to see Ameiko come into her own and earn the right to rule a kingdom, and I intend to lend me spikes to the cause, as I'd never stand to see a land ruled by demons, giants, or demon-giants, whatever this ten-goo, or owny, or any of this weird kat-cho tee-en words they are always on with mean. But know that if this lass wants to see a Throne, I intend to make her EARN it. Much like I am earning mine. Why I'm out here at all. My ancestors bacame dwarven kings by being the best warriors, the most skilled artisans, and wisest sages of our people.

You don't get to be the top of the heap because you stumble upon some old moldy green metal-wood that happens to be possessed says you get to.

That's all my edits for now, but believe I'll be checking in on this little record book to make sure the FACTS are being presented, keeping history is important Talia, so make sure what you say is what you mean!

I'm off to wax me beard. ~Ruggers Taggoret