31th day of the 10th month of the year 718 KDC

They gave me some weird brown liquid

I’ve never had this befoire, my mind isnt’t working right, what is this stuff that they gav me?

Even my writing has been affected by this, I am finding it hard to write the way I normally would. It feels weird, I feel weird.

The stuff was like fire going down my throat, god it burned. Well, I say that, but when it went down it felt fine, it was after, when I wasn’t drinking anymore, that it was like fire, and my mouth had become a desert, devoid of any moisture.

My mind is swirling, I am not sure what is what and I cannot walk as straight as I would like. My words started to slur, the next word blending with the last word as my mouth tried to say what my mind was thinking but my mind was working fatser than my mouth could work, and my mouth was slowed down by this firey drink.

They called it bourbon, and said it was to celebrate my becoming one of them. I suppose this mean, that when I decided to join Hawk’s mercenary band, that they decided to all drink this fire water and make me drink it too.

I could say I’ll never do this again, but that would be a lie. I don’t think I’d ever go out of my way, in the next few days at least, to try drinking some of this, but I am sure this will come up again, and again. They seem to have bottles and bottles of the stuff squirreled away in every nook and cranny of this estate.

My head is swimming.

I think I’ll end up looking back on what I have written and decide I was probably better off not writing anything. But this drink makes you want to converse. I spoke with everyone at length, but that’s all I can remember. The fact I spoke with them…. Not what I spoke with them about. Must have been complete drivel, if even I cannot remember it myself.

Maybe I shouldn’t have had the 10th glass when it was pffered. But they seemed like such small glasses. I should have noticed my vision swirling around my 5th or 6th. Or maybe I did, but I didn’t care. I stoill don’t care. I feel like I am floating when I walk down the hall.

Man, this stuff is crazy. At least I know why they try and stop younger people from having any of it. Woo eee, I feel I could fight an army, even though I don’t know how to swing a sword, or even where an army is I could take out. Maybe I should tell everyone I killed some mythical creature??..... Or maybe if I told them that they would find another creature the same and ask me to slay it, and then what?

Oh man, I really shouldn’t have written in this journal when I feel the way I do, but I really couldn’t help myself. Maybe I should write in a little more detail what actually transpired today…

I went to see Hawk in that spoace where he was staying… not his room… like a study kind of thing? Whatever it was it was where he spent a good portion of his time when he was not running around outside the compound trying to get work form the company.

Well, I went up to him and said straight to him…

“I would be delighted if you would kindly let me into your mercenary company.”

He gave aguffaw at that. Maybe because I had been so uptight in the way I went about saying it.

“We had already assumed a s uch,” he said to me(or something along those lines anyway, something more intelligible than what I am writing down now), “So we’ve already had a room made up just for you, feel free to go and put your stuff away.”

He then called someone who led me to my room. I was starting to put my things away in the small dresser that was there when the others had barged into my room.

The grabbed me around the shoulders, took me out into the courtyard, and proceeded to play anynumber of drinking games, as they called them, that always seemed to end up with me drinking more than anyone else was…. I don’t know if I was actually bad at the game or if they were rigging it to be that way towards me, just so they could get me like this without me knowing.

I’ll be a little more cautious about them next time. When they start acting all buddy buddy with me I’ll be a little paranoid that something is about to happen. Maybe that’s a good thing, it will keep me on my toes when the time comes to fight, or maye it will just drive a wedge between me an them…. I’ll never know.

I’ll probably never know anyway, because I feel that come the norning I will have forgotten this whole ordeal and all that I will have left to remind me of it is this very poorly written and worded passage within my journal. Let this be a word to the wise, don’t let your ‘friends’ take you drinking, you’ll end up coming off second best…

But not everything is a rose drowned in alcohol. I still got my place within the mercenary comapnu, and I got a nice room. I think I will enjoy it here……………….