Dear Unused Journal..

Dear Unused Journal,
 
To be quite frank, I haven't particularly seen the need to scribble within your pages these past few months up until now. It's been ages since I first arrived back in Eldia. I feel like just yesterday some rascal of a Goliath insulted my height. And to think he's one of my closest compatriots. My life has changed a lot, and to be quite honest, it's been for the better. Tombstone still has a sour taste in my mouth, but, I cannot lie. I do urge to return home soon. I wonder if that four armed son of a bitch is still showing his face round there. What I wouldn't do just put a piece of lead right through them impassionate eyes. It is nice to be in the desert once more though, even if it is infested with no-good, backstabbing, lying sons of bitches. But I guess that's just the way of the world. Always someone breaking your back, all for their own gain. Today in fact, quite literally. Lady Agnes my ass. It did feel good to watch the bastard swing. Back in Eldia, I didn't qute understand Uthal's disposition towards giants, but to be honest, I can't blame him now. They're even getting a rise outta Vilkas, and it's damn sure enjoyable to watch. Poor bastard got chased around during the brawl, squabbling away like a chicken. What a kid I tell you. He don't much act like it, but I think he's starting to open up a bit more. Maybe one of these days he'll take off that silly mask and show us the real Vilkas. When Kenkus fly I guess. Well anyways, I better get some rest. We got big plans tomorrow. 'Night.
 
Signed,
 
Cad Leviticus Bane