#poor meena

[punkscowardschampions]

[meenabafflestone]

Dear Journal,

I am sick and tired of this squirrel-fart situation! It’s been weeks since the dragon, and no one will stop talking about it. I can’t go anywhere without people thanking me, and offering me things and trying to serve me. It’s ridiculous! I just want to pay a fair price for my sweet rolls like everyone else, I don’t need a big basket full for free! I don’t know if I can stand it much longer. The town is doing well, people have all reopened their shops, there are tons of merchants buying the dragon parts, and even a new bank has opened (under careful scrutiny). Everyone is doing great! (Now if they would just leave me alone…)

[meenabafflestone]

Dear Journal,

I have had a rough day. I brought the eyeball with me to confront those Surefoots, but ran into some of the townsfolk along the way. I was incensed and explained to them the entire story, and they very nicely formed an angry mob in support. However, by the time we got to the Surefoots bank, the story had spread and those dirt-farts had gotten wind and fled with as much of their money as they could carry. If I ever see those insults to gnome-kind I will have some very cross words for them. Anywho, I’m very tired and just a smidge gravely injured, so I’m going home to sleep.