A nightmare in daydream's clothin'.

I really wanted jus' ta' sleep it all away tuhday. Look, ain't nobody get close tuh dyin' or some crazy shit, but it was all plumb awkward as heyll.
 
Well... I done stepped inta like nine diff'rent shit-awkward sit'ations tuday... Had to have the pretty orc buy me clothes 'cuz I done never had the experience uh how tuh buy my own clothin' and such... Couldn't talk worth my salt with Flicker to make a joke... Then that whole... "We all get our growth spurts in different ways" talk with Damaia... I'm jus' a'thinkin' this group may not ever see me as a competent or capable person. Issue comes with the fact that it actually is true that way.
 
Ain't capable, ain't confident. Ain't got a clue what's happenin' or why. I mean, I'm chasing thin threads with the whole.. Findin' my path in the dark.
 
Fuck me I ain't expect tuh be embarrassed the entire walk down this tunnel I'm trynna find the light at the end of, plus have to be useless tuh the traveller's I's travellin' with.
 
Goddamn man there was even more than jus' the uselessness in battle, I started bein' useless tuh even be 'round.
 
Uhh I guess Keth was pretty cool about the whole clothin' thing. I tried thankin' him real genuine like and it uh... got real awkward right in front uh people. I was trynna thank him for havin' a good heart and it came out more like I was askin' him for it. Fuckin' tongue ain't workin' when I want it tuh.
 
Somehow, done managed to keep 'em interested in still travellin' with me so I's can use 'em tuh teach me how tuh handle myselves in uh fight. As long as I ain't gonna burn no bridges and lose a chance to gain some 'xperience...
 
Plus Keth seemed to know somethin' about the Cult of Talos. We gotta speak 'bout it. Then that... that bit 'bout losin' his mother tuh 'em... I gotta tread careful but I do wanna make sure I can collect his help on it if we both goin' for vengeance. Maybes that's a thread I can pull real gentle-like.
 
Sidebar, I got's to get a handle on this Flicker character. I may have clashed a head or two and I ain't mean tuh. I just... How's someone born with two good hands, a fancy magic gift, and some luck tuh still be standin' gon' choose not to use that gift when they's get the chances? I figgered out this magic thing was comin' from me a few days ago and I'm already bettin' my fortunes on that bein' the key to handlin' the cult and fixin' my life. I ain't know how long it'll last, but I sure as heyll ain't gon' take that for granted. I'm gon' push the envelope on it 'til there ain't no envelope left...
 
I might need to apol'gize or uh... properly clarify my intentions and shit.
 
Goddamn the uh... the bullshit wizard showin' off cast a diff'rent light on Keth and kinda made me real unsure of him. I feel like I'm jus' 'bout older than him in terms uh what I gone through, but he seems tuh have that boyish hopefulness 'bout the world I done lost a long time ago. I mean, I kinda lost mosta that when Chance, Fayte, and Lucky all got adopted by diff'rent people, equal chances uh success among them, and within a year, e'ryone of 'em I next saw behind bars an' starvin' like animals. I know the world gets real dark and shitty like no matter what path ya get to steppin' on, he seems to think that there's some hope and light in some paths.
 
Fuck me I gotta figure out where each of them and I done stand uhh... socially. I wish I could uh have a better sense for this type uh thing.