Dylack Caesar Diary Entry

I, Dylack Caesar, am a man of 60 years. I was previously known as one of the greatest Geatish warriors. In my day, we were no prissy's. We fought and behaved as real men should! We did not believe in the nonsense that the current day warriors practice. They drink mead every night and celebrate, acting a fool and losing their sanity. This kind of behavior would have never been accepted back in my day. The warrior life was tough; we had to weed out the weak men from the strong. We only accepted men who fought bravely, and earned their high status. Someone who could prove to us their value as an asset to our army. We never accepted men who acted immature, and got drunk habitually. The Geatish army then, and the Geatish army now, needs men who are serious about their duties to protect our people!
My own son is a Geatish warrior, and I am proud to say that I have taught him the good old ways on how to be a classic gentleman who does his duty. I had always waited for the day I could raise my own son to take in my footsteps and make me proud; I can boastfully say that I have gotten just that. In fact, just a few nights ago, my son came home with quite a story to tell. He had informed me that the great Beowulf had had an intense battle with the
Yet, everyone still had faith in him to slay the dragon and win us the treasures of the hoard. But sadly, our King seemed to know his own destiny. As put by my son, who was there to witness it, Beowulf had began to speak of his days in combat. He spoke of his great single-handed defeat of Grendel, the experience of beheading Grendel’s mother and other stories of his most glorious days. It was as if he had seen his own death coming. Our King had went and fought a mighty battle with the dragon, but sadly his trusted warriors let him down. They betrayed him, and ran in fear when he needed them the