All I have to say at this point is that I did make it to Pandaria with the Rangers, of all groups. Anyway, I ended up getting stationed in my brother’s old command, isn’t that just peachy. I know that I should have used a fake name, however, that costs money that I didn’t have, so, people know who I am, however, they aren’t exactly sure of the relationship. I did laugh when one of the fellows told me that I must be Fnor’s daughter because I didn’t look old enough to be his sister.
Of course, I’ve been very subtle in asking questions about certain people and have found out quite a bit, my these people do like to talk. I found out that Dawnglory is in the Valley of Four Winds with his woman and her brat. I guess he still keeps in touch with some of the fellows here and they said that he is just turning into one of those boring old married types, even if he isn’t married to her. Well, at least she’s getting him trained for when I take over, he’ll know what to expect from a wife. Shame that the baby looks like him, however, look at how many blonde men there are running around up here – it’s not like a blonde guy is a novelty, you know. I still don’t think he sired the baby, not after all of the philandering that he’s done in the past, there have been no other children that I am aware of. If he has a problem making babies, I’m sure that we can find a doctor that will fix that problem.
I can’t say that I am all too keen on the accommodations here in camp. I live in a large tent with nine other women and they aren’t of the social standing that I have been accustomed too. Naturally, all the chatter is about men, clothes, makeup and the next party they are going too. I even have gone out on a few dates since I have been up here and wasn’t disappointed with them too much when all they wanted to do was to get into my pants, which they didn’t.
Well, my brother’s tales of all of the rain in Krasarang weren’t a lie. I swear that it is raining when I get up, rains all day and then, rains some more if it ever really stopped to begin with. I do keep getting sent back to the Jade Forest to do some cleanup of the Alliance scum that seem to be trickling in there – they don’t have the manpower that we have from what I can tell. I will have to admit that the Sentinels seem to keep some very nice looking scouts with them – wonder if I can keep one alive long enough to talk to him. I can see why women are attracted to them and I bet they aren’t just talented at hunting and scouting.
I haven’t tried to get in touch with my sister yet, I suppose I should, however, I just know that she won’t waste any time getting word back to our brother. Our adopted brother! I know that she is all involved with some other Death Knight here in Pandaria, some silly guy that likes to run around with a cat with him all of the time. Figures she’d find someone that is brain-damaged to hang out with. I’ve met him once and he didn’t say a whole lot, just started at me with those dead blue eyes of his as he sat there playing with his cat. I know he can talk, he said a few words to Fel and to his cat, however, he just stared at me as if I had two heads when I started talking about the people in Silvermoon. Oh well, that was their last trip to Silvermoon and I sure don’t know if I want to see them in Pandaria.
Now, I just have to figure out a way to find out where Dawnglory is living in this Valley of Four Winds. I’m sure he has some little shack somewhere that he is sharing with that woman of his. I didn’t realize how big the place was until I saw one of the maps in our briefing tent. It’s huge and I don’t want to let him know that I am here yet because I haven’t finished all of my plans on how I am going to get him off alone and in bed. He’ll have to marry me because I have been taking those drugs I got in Orgrimmar so that I will conceive a child even if he just looks at me wrong. As much as my libido has been screaming at me to take a man, any man, I won’t do it because I want to be a virgin for Dawnglory , just to prove to him that I have not been with anyone else and I am sure that he would have to appreciate that because a virgin at my age is something a man would treasure. I’m sure it won’t hurt when he takes me though because I would think that he wouldn’t be too drunk to realize he’s with a virgin.
Oh, another thing, I hate some of the things that they make us do. I never have been one to clean my own armor, I have someone else do it for me and, now, if I don’t do it myself – I get put on some of the worst details – no, I haven’t been put on the latrine duty yet however, it has been promised if I don’t start doing some of the menial tasks here in camp. I’m a Ranger, I shouldn’t have to take care of things like trash or grooming mounts or something like that – there are enough people out there that need the money that I could pay to do it for me. I haven’t had any real time off since I got here because I refuse to do some of this stuff – I had servants that took care of the laundry and I don’t think it’s right that I have to take all of the bedding to be washed with the other girls – it’s just beneath me.
Money, that’s another thing! I am having to live on what I make as a Ranger, which isn’t much, and then, if I happen to take money from a corpse or something, I have to split it with all of the others in my patrol group. That just doesn’t seem fair. I’ve been trying to sell some of the hides that I have gathered, however, the competition is pretty heavy and I’ve all but given away some of the stuff I had gathered. My leatherworking is just as good as some of the others here, however, I had one fellow tell me that if I spent more time curing the hides properly, they wouldn’t make my leather goods smell moldy. As if I didn’t know what I am doing? Rude fellow!!
Well, it appears that duty calls and I have another black mark on my record for not cleaning my boots properly when I got inspected. That means another week without any time off to go scouting out the Valley.