Poorly written in a crampt and near illegible script Fealty and prase to you, Thard Harr, Lord o tha Jungel Deep. Help me do yer will and give me insite ter know tha which do elude me.
Ain good a drawen words, but ave worse recall fer that which be past. Bless ol Mordran, e always did look afta me, though ah be a hardheded pup, an slow ta learn es teachens. Neva ad much use fer dis wit me pack abouts, but ah alone ere, an be needen dis fer counsal an record. Ah ave met a few stewads ere, but it hurts me hart ta admit it, dey seem ta sucum ta sickness in hart an head. Dey all young, like me, an der idears on tha natural world wente astray. Dey be fergettin even tha basic teachen, all creaturs be needen food, sheltar, and protecten form harm. [a sentence has been crossed out] wether they be worthy o protecten be somfin a still be thinken on. Be wary o ther laws an dem thatd enforce der laws. No one be open ere, much as ad like ter be leanen on some.
Ah figured ah no caverns an places unterground an such, but dis place es sumfin othar. Taint rite. Like the evil thet lives ere twisted an bent everthin thet once were good. Nae much remains tha esnt sick ah figuren. Tryen ta figure what my place as steward be ere. Asked the witch, she got old tho, mind be bent somwhut and caint rely on her wisdom. Tho we see eye ter eye on many things. Neva be feelen this lost afore, feel helpless like, too fearful by far as I was a slave agen. No chief ere ta say what ta do, ah havta figure whut a may on me own. Ben getten a good idea o tha plants an beasts ere not tainted. Tryen ter protect em, an kill yer enemies an them tha needs killin. Most everthin be upsettin tha wilds ere. Aint no balance, es very bad. Don think ah ken change much ere, an ah thirst fer me old wildplaces. Ah ahve nights filt with sights an scents from above. Ah give whut ah ken ter this place, try ter use et ta get away. Mord would curse me a coward fer dis. Hed say dis be my place in tha balance, ter help swing et back tha way sposed ter be. Ah aint seen no hope tha' ah could do et alone tho, er with allies. Ther are some more brave [several lines are scratched out] mayhap then. [scrawled in the margins almost as an afterthought] talk ter Durthag praps