A Shame. A damn shame.

Swear to the nine hells, I really done hoped today would be worth a goddamn.
 
'Course, done started the mornin' off right, half a flask a' whiskey done me good. Little bit of a gamble on the day ahead, course, but I like them gambles. It all faded away real easy by the time this ol' group got tuh that castle lookin keep with the gate a'front of it.
 
'Bout this point, I lost the plot, honest. Ain't had a damn clue why we's was there or 'xactly what the goal was. And there uh... was a tad bit uh tension from the group as a whole, eh? Ain't feel like I really had a second to talk to no one 'bout it all. So uh... tried to figger out ways tuh lend my help, but uh... 'bout erryone else kinda has their uh... their thing. I ain't really capable uh much, ain't physically fit tuh help with the liftin,' ain't able to get shifty and make myself slippery like the small ones. Can't really do the whole... lightin' rooms up thang, magic-like. When sheit bust out intuh a bit of uh fight, I ain't really all that helpful uh... I mean I can prob'ly keep people from passin' to the next state uh existence by means uh dyin', but even that seems a lil bit limited cuz it's such a uh... demandin' thing. I can't do it all repetitive like, or often.
 
At this point, I'm just 'bout feelin' like my journey ain't headin' same speed as the rest uh the group.
 
Maybe good old Fortune ain't doing well, is I? All that plannin' just led tuh expectations I's havin' trouble matchin' up to.