Distiller's Log

Damn. Beast's come round again. Refused to go till I poured some spirit in the basin. Till I filled it to the brim. It drank it all in one slurp and left.

Not a week's passed and it's come again. I threw stones to chase it off. Then it threw stones back and broke three of my ribs. Howled and screamed till I poured some more.

I've gone through my ledger. That ploughing beast's drank half my supply. I shan't give it another drop, no matter what. Think it's time I called for a witcher.