So I decided to make a mental journal of my miserable unlife so to speak. Hopefully at least one of the gods takes pity on me and puts an end to my misery. The only thing that brings me happiness anymore is the suffering and pain that the fool who calls himself my master has to go through every day. Idiot!
But I get ahead of myself. Working from a very limited store of memories, slowly rotting away inside my empty skull, don’t ask, I have no idea how that works, let me tell the lamentable tale of a once loving husband, an excellent barkeep, and a common man, with a knowledge about ales that could rival the Gods!