This page appears to stained with ale, has a bad sketch of a gnome doing shots standing on his head, and is caked in mashed potatoes.
Ruddy sloshed from a drinking contest. the page spin and I can baarely see to write. The bloody tiefling is dead and good riddence!!! twas a dopleganger what came back with us from the temple, we left it in the care of the city dungeon. Should’ve let Das do for the bastard. I say im not righteous about things except the Queen’s deecre, and there I go saving someone who not onli tricked and planed to kill us, but did so without knowing what the nine hells he was aboot.
Got in drinking contest after, don’t remember who won and don’t much care was the most fun I’ve had in a while. Staying at the inn for the nite.