Help, Good People!

Journal entry

 * Is there a drop to drink in this shithole of a camp? I've crossed half the world, or maybe even the whole damned thing, and I've never been in a place this dry. It's enough to drive a man to violence. If anyone's got some hooch hidden away, let him call my name – "Odrin!" – like that – and I'll find him and together we'll have a grand old time. Help an old campaigner, before he turns as parched as a rainbucket in a desert.

Hilfe, gute Leute! À l'aide, braves gens ! Aiuto, brava gente! Pomóżcie, ludzie!