Theo staying in his slumped position as he spoke, "Well it wouldn't be if he could sit all the time. But there's all this,"<br/><br/>The boy stood up and placed a fist in the middle of his chest, mocking a salute, "All rise for his Honor Sir Fuckwad. Then he'd have to get up and stay standing until whoever it is gets seated. And he may never even sit down so Matt'd have to stay standing and he wouldn't be able to write anything down."<br/><br/>The boy threw a bit of metal at the wall and huffed at it, "So all he can do is beg and sometimes get to copy a book for some merchant. It's horseshit, but there isn't anything else. I'll bring him as many of these things as I can find since if it makes it easier on him."<br/><br/>The journal did seem to be an adventurer's journal, though Arran didn't find a name for the owner. Whoever it was wrote in long, poetic sentences that had a lot of words the mage didn't know. It seemed like it went over how he and his team took out a small goblin settlement with just themselves and a single squad of hired muscle. Though it was difficult to read because of the prose the journal spoke in depth of tactical formations and how to properly make use of your men.