It’s mostly bad poetry.
A journal in the form of bad poetry, sir.
Curious. And how do you know it’s bad?
I’ve printed out some, uh, choice lines.
A spell to breathe under water on us was bestowed
So from Torch we swam under the town to caverns far below
and when the goblins came out of the shadows to attack
I mistakenly fired a crossbow bolt into my friend’s back
Gnirüt had fallen and was dead
While Vayu was encased in resin
But with a final shot and the ghelarn fell dead
And Vayu was freed with tool and weapon
Although in the process we did stab him
a little, then we took Gnirüt’s corpse and back to town we did swim
A little here and there, at best. But I see your point. Look, you’re the only one who has any experience with these things, so just try to get through it.
I’ll…do my best, sir. Oh, and sir…I’ve looked a bit at the .02 spools…
No, sir. “Music”.