Wet letter smelling of soap

Journal entry

 * Balastro,
 * You and your rat-diddled helpers deserve a hundred hard flogs to your bare bums for what you got up to last night! I ordered you to prepare EDIBLE fare for our band. After eating that stew you made, even Amaura, who drinks pickle juice by the quart and washes it down with rancid goat milk, was spurting out both ends! What’d you put in there? Dog diarrhea?! If any of you steps anywhere near the pots again, I’ll chop your heads off myself! Tomorrow I want to see your whole sodding kitchen crew by the river! You’re going to wash our hanse’s dung-stained knickers until your knuckles bleed!


 * Loth