Sunrise on My Scarred Asshole

It finally happened. We were just heading out on a mission, to go scout some fuckin' new dock spot, when I heard someone I hadn't heard in 18 years. I turned around, and it was that fuckin' Bjorn thug, Xan. I rushed him, little bastard bitched out. Tried to shoot him, then Sprig turned into a goddamn horse and carried me into the woods. She an Crest kept me from running back into town an tracking the shitstain down and beating him into an actual shitstain. I've never been so furious in my life. I've shot folk dead before, but never have I killed someone in a fit o rage. Next time I see Xan, though, he's getting a bullet between his glassy little peepers, and a second one in the crowcock. Actually, I'll probably just shoot him in both knees, then work my way up as he tries to crawl away. I'm gonna step on his fuckin throat and shoot off his fingers one by one. FUCK THAT LITTLE BITCH HE'S FUCKING DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAD!!!
 
Shit.
 
Some other shit's going down in town. Crest had a buddy, Tagrin or something, told him his brother's dead. That's rough, I guess. Never had a brother or family or whatever. Said something weird about, "it should have been by my hand..." Maybe he's upset he didn't kill his brother? Not the weirdest tradition I've heard of. Tagrin came into town with some shiny armored prick who's probably not as good a lay as she thinks she is, Dame Volstagg or something. Keph's squeeze's dad is trying to muscle in on Fiddletown territory, an he's bringing in knights an the Bjorn Brothers, probably the goddamn Anointed. Prick's brought em right to me. Someone else's got a bullet coming.
 
Scouting mission was pretty quiet. Some big snail things tried to eat Crestin, dragged him into the water. Glark killed both of 'em, actually. Little shit is tougher than I gave him credit for, figured he was going to bite it the first time we took him out, I mean, he almost died when we fought the dinos, but we saved him. We found a spot for a base. Sprig found a place, a bear cave, that she recognized, but she didn't talk about it. Get that.
 
Fuck, I'm getting attached to these guys. When the snail started dragging Crestin down, I started panicking. I didn't want to lose him. Haven't felt like that about anyone since... Shit. No one's ever stuck their neck out for me. I'm worried what happens when one of em finally bites it. Not used to giving a shit about anyone else, that's how I stayed alive all these years.