CHAMPION

*The writing is visibly crooked and all over the place*
 
FECK YES. Dragon slayer EXTRAORDINAIRE and CHAMPION of the arena!!! What the feck is NOT possible for a man such as myself! Two dragons? DEAD. SLICED with me pa's old sword. Local CHAMPION with armor made of medals from former fighters? WON. NEVER DOUBTED.
 
Everyone is all worked up about our feat with the dragon. Understandable. Fucking legends are what we are! The Franconian still doubts my exploits against the Osnarians so much that I just WISH that a band of them were here now! I would slaughter them all with a sword in one hand and a pint in the other!
 
 
OUR DAY WILL COME OSNARIAN SHITES
 
*a very slobbery symbol of the Gunports is painted at the end of the page, with the ink trailing off to the edge where it seems the quill was dropped.*