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DeAr DiARy,
Please forgive Korgath for uneven writing. Korgath's not good with words. He likes swords, not quills.
Garren not writing today. Garren hiding. Why? Because Garren made bad choice.
This morning, barbarian woman came to shop. BIG barbarian. Loud. Strong. She carried big axe and big anger. Said axe was cursed. Garren said “No refunds,” like he always does. Bad move, I try to tell him. But who listens to Korgath?
Barbarian smashed table. Then yelled. Loud yell, like thunder and avalanche together. Garren thought he could talk his way out. Garren said, “This shop has rules! You can’t just smash things!”
Barbarian smashed more things.
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Garren got clever idea. Garren said, “I’ll fix your axe. Just wait a moment.” Then he called me over. “Korgath,” he said, “Take her out!” and then ran away.
I looked at her. She looked at me. Then Korgath said, “Okay.”
Barbarian laughed when I said arm wrestle. She said, “You think you’re strong, big guy?” I said, “Korgath knows he’s strong.” She liked that. She was big barbarian, but still woman.
We sat at table. Table creaked. She slammed her arm down. I slammed mine down. Then we wrestled. Table broke. She laughed. Korgath said, “You’re not bad, but Korgath win!”
She liked Korgath. Said, “You’re fun. Not like him.” She pointed at backroom where Garren was hiding.
I said, “Garren fixing axe. But you smash more if you want.” She laughed more.
Then Garren came out. I said, “Garren, you should hide. A big woman like that, you need to make big love."
Then we made big love. Right there in shop. Smash chair. Smash counter. Barbarian left after. Smiled at Korgath. Said, “You strong. I come back.” Korgath said, “You welcome anytime.” She laughed. Big laugh.
Now shop is mess. Garren still hiding in storeroom. But Garren should thank Korgath for keeping shop safe!
Should Korgath tell Garren it's safe again? Maybe tomorrow.
Korgath likes writing diary.
Gruntingly yours,
KoRGgaTh