January32012
I have failed to make a decent amount of notes in this tome as I have come down with a heavy fever. Onmund is stuffing me full of all the ridiculous nonsensical cures a Nord can procure. Hopefully, I can return to writing soon. I have a lovely bit about my… person who follows me… My helper? Golldir.
December282011
On a new perfectly smooth piece of parchment with a delicately pressed pattern along the edges…
Oh! My sincerest apologies. Unfortunately, the subtleties of lower Boiche-y culture elude me.
Subtle things elude you? You don’t say.
Fuck you.
(Source: scrapsfromskyrim)
12PM
Written carefully on her note, which now smells of blood and tree sap.
farkisFarkas is wulflook betr this waj
I love it when people take my advice to heart. Look at how her spelling has improved!
I’ve found my calling.
If there was not a rather troubling matter of dragons, note the…
Oh! My sincerest apologies. Unfortunately, the subtleties of lower Boiche-y culture elude me.
11AM
Honestly…
farkisFarkas is wulf
look betr this waj
remind me ov naga but fury and not snajk
stil betur then pink fleshj
evrjwun stud in sirkl and Farkas sed njse thjngs abowt me
filk FilkusVilkus wants me to go fjnd kidnapd manit is far so I wil tajk anothr hors
Farkas dosnt want to go but I kan do it
I love it when people take my advice to heart. Look at how her spelling has improved!
I’ve found my calling.
If there was not a rather troubling matter of dragons, note the plurality, I would inform you of your mutual failings. Alas, I detest the scent of toasted Nord, so I must leave this be.
Note to self: Apologize to Golldir about his hair.
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