Stop reading me.

Greetins. As ya know, yer men feel I’m too close to yer lands. I’d like to ask ya personally if there’s anythin’ I can do to keep this land. I’d like to open an inn, fer homes fer me mates ‘n those needin’ homes. I’m not a fighter, I don’t want to do anneh fightin’.…

Tha Corruptor comes…Mind yer place in this world like the rats ye are. Ya live, day’n ‘n day out praisin’ yer “god” Ariel…Fools! If yer lucky, maybe you’ll be blessed by the taintin’… Or maybe you’ll end up as a sacrifice fer the Unholy One! ((You don’t know Ever wrote this, don’t meta me. ))

hide yo kids, hide yo wife

I come ashkin’ ya a few queshtions. I figured it be besht to ask ya shince you wear robesh and me mate wore robesh. I think ther may be shum type o’ correlatshion ‘ere. Firsht I come ashkin’ about yer shop. I wush wonderin’ if ya’d ever be shellin’ ale? I’m a con…conis…consisho…I like ale,…

Yer the only one I know of that can help me. Ya see, while I was alone on the grounds o’ me new inn, some mages approached me. I was coaxed into following them, and so I did, all the way to a home in Laurelin. They convinced me to take part in a ritual…