Okay, so, here we go, the first post in my serialized short story, The Adventures of Aziz Banjari.
My name iz Aziz Banjari, ant zez are my storiez.
It vaz late is ze zummer, zome of ze trees, zay were already turning ze pale yellow of ze fall. It vas just after my graduation from ze Citadel, ze County'z military college, vitch iz just zouth of Jedbridge. By zen I had traveled down ze Artonzemay River, and was zaying a vhile in Radigast. You zee, I had not been zelected to zerve ze County vhen I graduated, zo I vas all trained, vith nothing to do. Zo, I did what all ze over-trained ant under-employed do, I vent to ze bar, and I zarted drinking.
I vaz deep into my zecond glass of vine, after my third mug of ze blackezt beer I had ever zeen. You zee, ze County, she iz known for many zings, vine and beer, zay are two of zem. But, ziz iz not a zory of a man drowning hiz troublez in beer and vine, no, ziz iz a much more noble tale. It iz ze tale of danger, exzitement, adventure, and most importantly, ze heroez!
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