Oh fuck.

Let's see if I can word this.

So we left the town and all. We're going back to the Capital. We got to talk all talk and shit and you know how a big conversation happens but because of how the distance between some 2 people are close and they break off talking to each other and directly to each other and not the group itself? Yeah, so that happened with me and Rowan and I got to learn a bit of some elf shit. It was pretty cool. I never really had any elves around me. I had to get some info that could make it useful for me in the future if I ever were to do shit after kicking Sheedhied's ass. He told me he's from that other kingdom with elves and shit and I completely forgot the name. There are like 3 different elven kingdoms and I don't want to get the name wrong here. But Rowan's from one of them. He told me life there was too peaceful, as in nothing there to do. Rowan wanted adventure but a lot of these elves were a bunch of peace loving pacifists. Rowan was a rebel. He knocked on doors and disappeared from sight so whoever answered was met with no one! That's fucking hardcore! I should've done that myself. It's too immature now but damn. He painted trees and structures with his own signature but no one knew who it belonged to. That really freaked out the locals. Damn, why didn't I think of that? Unfortunately, he got caught. He got punished for it. Didn't explain how but that's when he thought it was better to move on and find his place in the world. I really resonated with that. For me, I couldn't be bothered to stay in that shitty village. I've read stories about people of all kinds accomplishing incredible feats. That led me to my awakening. I, me, myself, may be one of those people. So I told this to Rowan and he smiled. Said I still had a lot to learn. What? Are you fucking kidding me? I haven't even shown you what it's like when I give it my 100% and you're saying I still have a lot to learn? Of course I looked at him the way I did. He stopped smiling when I did and just said "Uh, yeah. I mean, like," and I don't remember what else he said, but I'm pretty sure it was some bullshit justification. Rowan, my elven man, I thought better of you. But you're an elf so you're probably like my grandpa's age so maybe the years have blessed you with wisdom and experience.

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We got back to the Capital. We also have quite a bit of bullion. I haven't had a drink and it's getting to my head. We headed to the inn right when we reached the Capital. We got ourselves our rooms and had the rest of the day all to ourselves! Of course I got myself something to drink. There was a pub not too far that I wanted to check out. Maybe something new on the menu to try. "F. and L." was the name. Such a strange fucking name. Anyway, I go there to get myself some fucking drink because I needed it AND I deserved it. I've been working hard recently.

Now I am having this really bitter but really tasty beer. I got it because of the name being just initials. Like, what is it? You give me 3 letters and expect me to know what it's supposed to be? Of course I'm going to try it and figure out what it could stand for. Before I forget what I was planning to write, I'll write it now. So while I was drinking, Mr. Foot came to my table. I didn't know that furry fuck was here. A coincidence? Nope. He told me was tailing me and wanted to talk. So he tells me he's going to leave the group. What? Yeah, he's going to ditch us and asks me if I'm interested in doing the same thing. Unless he can get me in the army, fuck that. He warns me to watch my back and go easy on the booze. I thought this hairy asshole was one of the good guys. Go easy? No, no, no. I had another just because of that. I'm always hard... That could be taken the wrong way. That's not important. He says his goodbye and leaves for good. Fucking underworld... There he goes. Gone. What now?

Oh yeah, I think I passed out? I was out for a few hours. I was still fucking out of it when I woke up. Couldn't think straight. I went up to my room and had to lay down for a bit. Mr. Foot leaving? It's going to be harder getting some jolly green now. Can't be that hard, right? The 3 letters. What? I couldn't sleep again. My mind was racing in different directions. Left, right, north, south, through the knot. But I managed and got to writing this down. What are we supposed to do tomorrow? Shit, I'll figure that one out tomorrow.

Signed, James Noah Smith