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Diary of Jennifer Unoltertirist Winter 51
Well 'ere we are, has been one 'ell of a year, aye it 'as.
We arrive'd in spring followin' dis big bloody ejgit callin' himself "G-dwarf" young scallywag with deillusions of Grandeur I say, aye I do. As soon as we got 'ere he had the young fellow wit the beard, whats his name, Ah yes, Din-Dan start diggin' a 'ole. Meanwhile we all 'ad to go chase that Gaulgath fello' from tryin to take on an oversiz' kitty.
Eventually We'd moved all the stuff inside, aye we 'ad. By then my ol' bones were aching;
"I'm surely too ol' for dis adventurin' lark, I can feel me hip goin'"
I thought to myself. But an ol' woman ain't allowed a moments rest, no they ain't, and no sooner was the stuff inside than they 'ad me carrying whatchamecallits around the fort and doin' odd jobs 'ere an there.
We'd just finished diggin' the farms out an I was ready to get farmin' when a damned little rascal got into the fort, aye a damn Dark gnome had wandered in and was rubbin' his little gubbins over everything. That damn G-dwarf bloody ran with his beard between 'is legs, but that Gaulgath, my god it made me feel all a flutter' jus' watchin' him. He picked the little bastard gnome up by it's ears and hit it again' the floor and walls till it wa' in peices, then threw the corpse down the corrider... a strong laddie, do his mother proud, he does.
Then the traders showed up and G-dwarf at once decided to show the Mr. Fancy Pants Liason around our little hole in the ground, Then proceeded to sell all our earing's we'd made to 'em! I quite liked the jet ones 'unall.
We decided to set'up a drawbridge and as the farming was planted they didn't need no traditional cookin' done they got me makin the mechananisms. I mean a woman o'er my age, shoul'nae be messin around with that new fangled stuff, but I was the only one without a job, so make mechanism I had ta'do, aye I did.
I helped that Din-dan fellow(who's become legendary for his minin' prowess al'ready) install the bridge, then he showed me how' ta set up some simple rock traps at the entrance, they say you can' teach a ol dog new tricks, eh? my arse ye'can't!
Nothin' really much happene' after that, we set about decorating the dinin' room, which is becomin' known across the land as a legendary diner under the scorchin' sun, accordin' to da liason, aye it tis.
Not much happened till recently, when a kobold managed ta sneak past our traps and confronted me down a barren corrider, ah cold see the bloody murder in its eyes, I could, and My screams echo'd around the fort, I thought I was a gonna, but that Gaulgath came and chased the vermin out the fort. Then he came back to make sure Ah was ok, 'is mother raised 'im well, she did.
But the kobold attack got me thinkin', I need to make a Journal incase I go, so 'ere I be. Writin' ma life in Okabushul down in'da runes, lest I die before me 180th birthday.
Your's Ol' Grannie Jennie.
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