Herot

I sit here waiting for that wretched, joyous sound to stop. It's the new mead hall or Herot. So grand, so glorious, that no man can resist taking in its splender. It makes me want to claw my ear drums out of my ears. Why does everybody else have to happy? Is it so hard for them to be like me? Oh, that noise! I swear I will go down there and punish them for this torture they put me through! Oh, now the queen is singing to the many men of the mead hall, what an awful noise her mouth makes. I hope the go to sleep soon. The way their drinking down there should knock them out pretty quick. Well, the music just stopped so I think I will go teach them lesson. May I be successful!