My body smells of those foul marshmen. I could barely hold down my food after that battle. If not for saving Ankle Biter, I would have destroyed the rest of those foul beasts. I vow to one day return and hunt down every last one of them. The evil that they do cannot go unpunished. How had they come by my ancestor’s great belt. This is a mystery that I must return to uncover.
The hobbit’s generosity has not gone unnoticed. One who covets treasure should give thee this gift. What must be his motive for such kindness? We will come to see. I grow restless from these thoughts and must overcome them before I am touched by the darkness.
Thinking of saving Ankle Biter must we focus. This foul magic must be stopped. My hope rests with the knowledge of my people. I take comfort in knowing this path that we now follow. Good riddance to the awful smells of the marsh. It is also good that we came upon Aegir. Though his vision be strange, he will bring light to our fellowship.
Why my fair maiden would hold such anger towards me is bewildering. Games are games and men are men. If only her father could hold his liquor. Well time will heal all with my maiden. I will do right by her father and deliver the goods to my kin. I must find rest now and recover from my fatigue.