Friends of Justice and the Eternal Struggle for Goodly Goodness!
We needed some supplies before we set out on Crazy Ivan’s ship, and since we were doing all this out of the goodness of our hearts for the sake of saving all humanity, I felt it was just right that the baker should donate some of those supplies. He didn’t feel the same, so I tried to break into his shop in the middle of the night. The little twerp had barred his shop from the inside.
That guy is so ungrateful. Anyways, turns out, what with the storm and the marina being destroyed, that he didn’t get his shipment of eggs and we would have to get them for him so he could give us the supplies. That dirty swine. He’s so unnappreciative of the things we are going to do for him. He can’t even go out and get his own Roc eggs. The nerve of that one. I heard the butcher was the same way, but with some giant tri-horned cow. What kind of a cow has three horns anyway?
Oh, and Goblins are greedy. Some filthy little banker goblin from the Jew tribe owes some money to Crazy Ivan, and he refuses to pay. So, I tried to slip in and take it from the Jew pouch around his neck, but hat dirty little goblin holds onto that thing like a bird hangs onto a fish that was mine because I saw it first. That fish was about to bite onto my hook, but no, that stupid fowl had to swoop in and steal it from me. I wasn’t about to let that happen, so I tracked it to a tree it landed in. When I climbed up to the highest branch where the bird was, all that was left was a skeleton of the eaten fish. Stupid bird. And then, to add insult to injury, I fell out of the tree! I’ll get that bird, if it’s the last thing I do.
Where was I? Oh yeah, we left to go find some meat and eggs for the butcher and baker. We also have a keg of ale for the Dragon. I hope we can find him again. He was my friend, and I think he’ll let me ride him if I’m nice enough.