Written with slow, deliberate, almost childish penmanship…it’s rare for an innkeeper to be literate beyond what is required to keep a basic ledger.
The elves are coming soon.
Marshal Brand and his men were going door to door telling folk earlier this morn. By the time they reached the Jug I already knowed what they was going to tell me.
Brand said I should make room in the cellar, that it was a safe place. So I had Hroddi and Elsi, the new barmaid, clear out some room and bring down blankets. I figure folk might be down there for some time.
Hroddi and me will stay up top and defend the Jug. Might be we’ll die.
Shame that’d be. I’d like to live, so’s I can open the cask of dwarven spirits I’ve been saving these past few years.
I figure them adventurers, Orn and his new friends…well, they’re our best hope.
All that’s left to do now is wait.
Maybe I’ll pray.