Wet and Underground Pt. 1

Been seeing Balasar writing in that little book of his every now and then. What I wouldn't give to get my hands on that thing. But dammit! He's got me writing now too. I'm in my bottle rn though, no one will even know I've caught the dragonborn's little habit.
 
That damn genie tho, he pisses me off. I don't care if he can read my mind right now. "I was just testing you," I keep my word, don't I? I mean, I guess he's ok, but man, fuck off. He needs ME. Don't you forget that. Don't you ever forget that. Plus, hey, you got a nice trident.
 
These cramped quarters make for cramped company. This is the first time I've been able to get away for a while in what feels like an eternity. How did I end up in the worst possible position: wet and underground? Trampled underfoot by giant dragonborn, orcs, and a feral dwarf. Study your compatriots, know your limits. Might makes right in this world, and you won't be able to change that overnight.