I have come across I new idea in my state of drunkeness. I say, we should all go to Fish Street at what we call Friday night in the other world, you know, the world that we go to when we must be removed from Achaea. Oh how I hate that world...I wish to remain here, in Achaea as long as possible. Anyway, besides me saying Hail Twilight, I would like to say a few things. The first is about how today, all of us are so well-educated that we no longer use our native tounge as much nor do we talk like we would if not for the development of Shallam and Ashtan. Especially me, I'd sound like, to some, a complete moron if I hadn't been so well taught in speaking Achaean. Aye, from my days as a lad in Putoran Hills, wishing we were still back at the swamps, hoping that my father wasn't dead...I used to go into Shallam all the time and swipe stuff from merchants, and other times they'd pay me to help them. I only once got caught....anyway, my personal history doesn't really matter much.
What other I wanted to say concerned the fact that not everybody drinks as hard as me! I get so lonely when I fumble around by myself! I understand that Priests and most Paladins don't drink, and there are the occasional few that never drink just because. I think, in my opinion, that tbe Gods should give each of us 10 shots of Tequila each day for free. Of course, it's only a suggestion, so I don't want to sound like I am demanding anything. Aye, there is nothing like a good drink in the morning, a good drunkeness at noon, and a complete hangover the next day from one wild night.
Well, I guess that's really just all my opinion. Other than sometimes wishing I could find the cave I grew up in over in Putoran. Of course, chances are that its been covered by now...arggh... Oh well, as a member of Hashan I guess I shouldn't complain. Funny that I'd join Hashan, going to Shallam so much as a young-yun. I have taken quite the liking to Hashan though, from the days when it was nothing to what it is now, great place I say. Well, you've all had my opinion. I'll stop writing now..I feel that vomit com...

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Scarlatan, in the year 242 AF.