Tremond's Journal

<The book is riddled with dried up stains of unknown liquids.>

...they can kiss my arse, for all I care! I knew what I saw and I'm telling you, it was the real deal! The shiny scales, the long flowing mane...! It was all there, mere yards aways from me. It was just like my mother used to describe it, so I know it to be true. Sure, I was drunk that night, but my eyes don't betray me, even after the tenth mug of ale. The kelp-like mane, fishy tail and neighing can only mean one thing! Mother's stories were true all along!

<The next pages are either torn or unintelligible.>