((Since it's stream of consciousness writing, as opposed to diary entries, I'm gonna write his accent. Plus it feels more Tavis that way...))
If Ah've ever met a more frustrating, foolish, asinine man, Ah swear Ah'll eat mah kit.
Ah'm sure he's got us on a wild goose chase, foolin' aroon' in this mansion when we should jes' be findin' some package an' goin' on oor way... At least there should be some sort o' treasure, but there's no' e'en tha'. Jes' pointless traps an' empty rooms.
At least th' boy is provin' himself somewhat useful. Moreso than tha' useless waste o' flesh tha's s'posed tae be guidin' us, anyway.
Speakin' o' wastes, where did tha' other Hinru come from...? An' he jes' sat aroon, makin' kicked puppy eyes at Tyllir, ignorin' anyone else! Och, sometimes keepin' wi' a group is more trouble than it's worth...