A little trip down barfight road which leads to aleville in hatland...Yes! I have returned to my nonsensicle ramblings to inform my deer diary (see what I did there? I did a purposful spelling mistake to incorparate the yummy deer that I've been eating of late into this entry...it was completely and totally not worth it...), of my latest aley, barfighty and hatish escapayeds. The pen writes, words form on the page and yet Sefa has so little to do with what they say...Anyway! I'll start with the drinking incident which involved Flynagin making the pleasant mistake of allowing me to have free access to some of his ale in order to test it out or something. All I know of the evening is what Carlotta told me later and this involved doing an impression of a worm on the floor, falling into some sacks and continual drinking...standard really...
I rub at my beautiful bruises before I continue to write because they really are VERY pretty. Lovely shades of purple, grey and blue to suit the needs of any skin discord. The real question here is what needs would some sort of skin discord have? If I knew the answer to that then I'm sure I would probably still be sat here. The barfight began when I asked Carly and she agreed, if only men were so willing! I tell you I am SICK to the teeth of men being either "gentlemenly" or wusses. It is NO fun what so ever! Back to the subject in hand....It was actually a pretty good fight to be fair and there were even several points when I was winning but in the end however the inevitable happened...I got punched in the face and knocked out. Apparantly people tried to steal me hat and sword! The cheek of it! At least they should have had the common decency of letting me be awake when they did it so that I could've hunted them down and then eaten them in their sleep (sarcasm...mostly...I am a bit peckish actually...back to the deer for you my friend). They didn't get away with it however and I still keep me possessions. I swear if anyone else goes near me hat without me permission again then they will feel my wroth! (How epically dramatic did that sound? I should become some sort of writer or something really, I'm sure I would grip any reader with my dramatic hat related threats).
Finally the second barfight, as invited by Rinni, was with a randomer dwarf. I think I lasted about thirty seconds before getting beaten to a heap on the floor. Oh the bruises...what would I do without them apart from not be in pain? That's a lie of course, me good old leg will ever put pay to any dreams of painless existance that I may contemplate..........wow Sefa, carry on like this and you may end up philosophising and you know what that does. The philosophy of Sefa is a concept which nobody should ever, ever, ever have to witness. On the other hand the parts about the exciting tankard dances and the banning of dangerous beards from our society are certainly parts which might be more appreciated by the general public. I use the word philosophy loosely...my pixie minions and I know that its all beautiful madness really...
