Dear diary,

Bitsy's gotten me a combat instructor because of the goblin infestation.

He's a retired barbarian turned fitness instructor with a background in physiotherapy. His name is Garb and he's very scary.

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Garb made me run laps around the mansion and practice hitting stuff with a staff. I didn't realise how unfit I'd become.

I was already out of breath after one lap and I could practically feel the disappointment radiating off of Garb. He didn't say anything, but he did make me do more laps until my legs turned into jelly.

Love,

Tina