Third waxing Moon,
#3 journal entry

[i]"...I've come to realize, aboard this damnable vessel, that the word bard stands for "Basically, A Retarded Donkey" as I find my medication mysteriously reduced.

 With the grace on an/ of the aforementioned animal -The haphazard manner in which that bag was opened suggests that it was made in haste, and the stench of arousal that lingers faintly after the burglar left my quarters has forced me to wipe everything down with ethanol just to err on the side of caution.

  But I regress, for I must cut this entry short to go find a suitably large object with which to apply gratuituosly to the perpetrator's cranial region.





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P.S. If you, human non-elven bard, have somehow survived to be reading this and decided to go through my belongings once more. Go steal from the grumpy healer just two doors to the left for goodness' sake! Shrivelled whitish root with a pungent stench of aniseeds and rotting oak. Boil in two cups of wine. Take thirty minutes before being laughed at in bed."[/i]

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OOC: He's not really going to hit your character (because it would be too severe), just intimidate/asking him into returning what's left and some coin to make up for the rest. Then walk away grumbling. Those pills indeed didn't do what was expected. [s]It's the copper syringes that[/s] I mean. DON'T. TOUCH. MY. STASH. 


[hider=My Hider]
...Or call my character by the animal he hates most (given where he is from), unless you want all your lutes broken. ALL the lutes. :>. 
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[@Kalleth]