Junod of Belhaven's journal

Dammit, should never have taken this contract. Still not sure what sort of monster I’m up against. Worried I won’t be able to prepare properly.

Stupid of me to bet the coin I set aside for armor. Elves just love squeezing folk of their last copper, and those skinflints at Tufo aren’t any better. But no point feeling sorry for myself. And no point going back until I got a full set of gear.

Well, as long as you’re sinking, might as well walk on the bottom.

I’ll find a way, dammit.