Faustino's Journal, Gondorian Filth

Faustino’s Journal, sixth night since the eighth moon of this year. The Pony, I was standing against the post casually as always, minding my own business talking to a young lass. The Lass was Rohirric, found she had the same mutual hatred for Gondorians as I did. Strange, in times of war these two regions should be aligned but a long hold grudge got the better of them. It matters not, it will only be in the better for us we will gladly make use of this feud between the two and rise up to pillage their towns. Our talk drifted away, questions of whereabouts and age filled the Lass her mind. I answered cold and careless, talking about my home land once more and about the Gondorian filths that enslaved my man for many a years. From out the corner of my eye, I spotted this posh, spoiled inbred of a man. Talking about his home land, Gondor, he overheard me talking said to me we where nothing but barbaric pillagers, murderers and what not no honor in our fighting, according to him, I should get back upon my Oliphaunt and get the hell out of Bree. The man was cocky, after a few insults here and there he raised his hand dismissively. I said in a cold manner “Watch it Boy, I will have no trouble cutting that hand off” The man held his arm up and reply “Come then” I did not hesitated, unsheathed my Blade and walked down the stairs only to swing towards his hand casually, he retracted it nearly chopping off his fingers but yet only cutting it a bit as blood came running out. “Consider that a warning” I said to the man as I walked back up the stairs to lean against the post casually as always, minding my own business looking around the Inn. The man walked into the back of the Inn, came back and said to me “Outside, now” I grinned, this was the moment I had been waiting for this night, hah arrogant fool one way or another they all make the same mistake, get stepped on their toes and think they can challenge me! I went outside, jumped down to the streets and unsheathed my blade I asked him “Any last words?” The man did not reply, I swiftly ran at him feigning an attack to the left with my sword, but in fact I came down with a brutal head butt which landed on the bridge of the man’s nose. He staggered back, dizzy as I planted another blow to his jaw he fell down spitting blood. I spat on the ground and said “That is what I thought, if you want to have another go at me, you know where to find me” I walked back up the stairs to the entrance off the Inn. I heard crumbling and the man stood up once more, I looked around and saw a gathering of people all watching me and that Gondorian Filth I snarled and ran jumping down to the streets again drawing my blade, another fierce attack here and there I had the man to one knee now and grinned as he slashed his sword against my boot, I wanted to go for a final head butt but was stopped and bashed aside. A man fully dressed in red Heavy armor, probably his Gondorian friend, I sheathed my blade and said “Next time if you dare to challenge me, come alone you bloody inbred” I walked away back into the Inn and stood there, leaning against the post casually as ever with a wide smirk upon my face.