well ol' dog was swell, someone offered me money for him. me bein the sentimental sort, they offered me alot of money. ol' cat was tryin to get familiar with those crazy women folk down in the valley. don't know what he was thinkin, but he's now sleepin it off, they whooped him good while a larger group had me occupied.
so now i'm stuck with this stupid ol felar bolregard, ol cat's cuzin twice removed on his mama's side, well i've had pet rocks smarter than him. well my temper has turned me into a fugative from justice... not that i'm worried much i have a healer friend....lol. first decent sort i've seen since i come down out of those ol hills i walk in so much. but i'm gettin away from the nitty gritty ain't i
i escaped last time, but they took my weapons, an i had to find me some more. not a problem since we had us a time before bein criminal. some your tenderfeet decided to pick on a reletive of arn an us hill folk don't take to kindly to that. i figured this ta be a family problem so i never set loose the clan on them. i may be the head of the clanz but, i'm thinkin , they just wouldn't stand much of a chance. sooner or later i'll get that whole guild riled up enough ta face me. guild on 1 and i'll probley dies. BUT theys won't be messin with my sister no more.
This hear may turn out to be the last ballad of me an ol' cat mwah ha ha ha haaa.
you won't see me, you won't here me, but your still just as dead.