Too Many Distractions…

June 27th

Dear Journal,

I have decided that I need to really get out of Stormwind more often or at least to get out of my office more frequently.   Why do you think that is?  Well, I haven’t really been anywhere of late other than to Shattrath and after having met the little frog person that I am going to be working with down there, I wonder how that is going to work out?  I know that I was extremely stressed when I was informed that we were comingling the warehouse goods with the company from Silvermoon City.  I know that it probably never occurred to my boss that this was going to present certain problems with her accounting and maintaining a proper inventory of the goods that we have shipped down there already.   How am I supposed to know if there is a shipment that the frog needed more supplies to ship out and she has helped herself to my inventory? I know that I will have to give it a try and see what happens, if I find it too stressful, I’ll hire someone to keep track of things there , kind of an assistant or something.

I think that the thing that has me more upset at the moment is that I haven’t heard much from Lagn and we were supposed to get together to have dinner here in Stormwind in the very near future, maybe it might have even turned into a sleepover for him.  I do have a room in the apartment upstairs although that is another matter that I need to change soon.  I need to find a place of my own, I think. Nothing fancy, mind you, just a place to call my own and a place where I can escape from the demands of my job for a few hours at least.

I think that what is truly bothering me is that the apartment may be very spacious by some standards, however, having to share it with my boss’s son is another matter.  It never bothered me before and I think that I know what is bothering me now is that he is growing up and becoming very much a man by all standards.  Oh, he’s a mage and normally he is covered from neck to boots in a robe, however, here at the apartment, he tends to be a bit more casual and I find it very distracting to say the least.

Vashlan is much younger than I am,  however, he has physically matured quite a bit in the last year.  He’s always been very studious as a mage often will be, however, he has finally gotten his nose out of the books long enough to see the world for what it is – there are females out there.  No, I’m not going to jump his bones or anything like that.  He definitely has turned out to be a very handsome and alluring young man.

Maybe it’s those green flecked eyes, the way that he smiles or the way that he is always infatuated with his appearance.  After having met my boss’s Sindorei husband, I can see a lot of the sire in Vashlan.  Very handsome indeed.  He is a smaller carbon copy of his older brother, Kal, however, Master Kaldor is very much spoken for even if he hasn’t taken a mate yet.

Oh, Maggie, you’re an evil woman for having these thoughts about this right now.  I guess it really is time for me to find another place to live because with the temptation seeming to be more alluring than ever, I don’t want to give into it. Maybe I’ll take a couple of days off and go visit Lagn in Darnassus, that’s probably what I need to do, get my head cleared of these thoughts and come back and concentrate on my job better.  Oh, these thoughts are not something that I plan on sharing with any others either, I can just well imagine how some of my acquaintances might react, it wouldn’t be too pleasant to be the butt of many jokes and a lot of teasing.

Hmm, I wonder what I should take with me to Darnassus?  Maybe a nice gown in addition to my usual attire and armor.  I know there are several nice places to eat there and I do know a few other people that live in the city – I plan on staying at the Inn because I have no idea what kind of accommodations Lagn might be able to offer since he is relatively a newcomer to the city himself.

Oh well, the change of pace will do me good and I’ll get to be with some of my own kind and age.





Meanwhile…Back In Stormwind

June 9th

Dear Journal,

While it can be said that I enjoy working for Shadowmoon Enterprises, I’m not so sure that I enjoy having to deal with this little frog person from Morningstar Enterprises when I am in Shattrath.  Her voice, oh by the Light, her voice makes my teeth hurt and the language – it’s so crude sounding when she speaks Common, which she has a limited vocabulary at best.  At least we’re not together all of the time, we just happen to run into one another in Shattrath from time to time. Zippie, what a ridiculous name that is and the surname isn’t too far from wrong with it being Prattfall – she does seem to do that frequently, in my opinion.

I suppose if I could be considered a traitor in some circles by working for an employer that is married to a Sindorei and they are running businesses and selling goods to both factions.  Amyn tells me that is making money for both sides and that I should realize that she would never do anything that would be harmful for the Alliance.  I do know that we don’t send out weapons to the Horde, however, we send out all manner of goods to them.  Of course, now that this Zippie person has access to our warehouse goods in Shattrath, it will mean that I will have to inventory a lot more when I am down there to make sure that we have what  we need to service our customers and that we are being compensated correctly when she takes goods.  I don’t think that combining the two companies outwardly like it has been done is a wise decision either – what if some person happens to talk to the right people in Stormwind, we could all end up in jail.  At least I only have to endure the place once a month down there and collect what monies are owed on contracts if Amyn hasn’t already done so.  She works hard for a boss and I will have to tip my hat to her for that because she seems to balance her marriage, her family and the political situation quite well.   I have seen her husband in Shattrath and I will have to admit that he is quite handsome for a Blood Elf.  I can actually see some resemblance in the boys now that I have laid eyes on their Sire.  Most assuredly, the boys look more decidedly Kaldorei, however, the way they both smile  and that self-assuredness that seems to be a trait of the Sindorei is definitely in evidence.

I will have to admit that I enjoyed the short trip that I made to Pandaria, however, I’m not sure that I like all of the bears there.  Oh, they are friendly and likeable enough, however, I don’t think that I have ever been overly fond of furries.  The countryside is beautiful and dangerous in some areas or so I’m told.  I know that I was up there primarily to give my opinion on opening another warehouse up there and I don’t think that it is such a good idea because who knows which way the Horde will go from one day to the next  – the other company’s people might decide to revolt and take everything over and then, where would our employees be?  Not a good plan in my considered opinion.

I had Vashlan keep an eye on things while I was away and his Mother was visiting with his Father.  Not real sure that was such a good idea.  He hired some people while I was away and I can’t help but feel that he wasn’t using his brain when he hired them – they were all women.   At least I know what drives the young man and I think that I will ask someone else the next time I have to be absent and Amyn isn’t going to be in town.   We’ll have to see how all of this works out, won’t we?

I guess that Kaldor is making arrangements to have all of his stock for his contracts shipped into Stormwind instead of making the trip down like he was.  I wonder what is up with that, I really like that young fellow.  I suppose his late night carousing here in Stormwind with his friends has caused him some complications with his woman, she’s a Sentinel or was a Sentinel and those women don’t put up with much nonsense from their men, which is as it should be.

Oh, I did have a nice surprise when I got back to town.  I had a letter from Lagn and he is staying in Darnassus for the time being.  He also had some flowers delivered that were quite lovely.  The letter was friendly enough and was mostly about his time with the Kaldorei and then he asked me out to dinner.  I suppose it wouldn’t hurt anything if I did go out to dinner with him even if he is an employee.  I’ll have to give that some thought though, might not  be the proper thing to do.

Oh well, I suppose I ought to stop writing and get back to work.  I just dread trying to balance the books for our share in Shattrath and then have to turn around and balance the books for here in Stormwind.  There are times that I feel almost trapped at my desk and the weather has turned quite lovely and I would like to be outside enjoying it – this past winter of being stuck here most of the time has made me almost loathe it.





Exploring…and the Faire

March 8th


Dear journal,

I will have to admit that I am still tired this morning and I am going to take some time to be lazy and write a few things.  I have been remiss with my journal of late, however, there are so many things to do that keep me occupied.  Making a living is my primary concern.  I still haven’t made enough money to buy an actual journal yet, so, my little pieces of parchment tied together with a piece of leather is just going to have to do.

Yesterday was one of the few days that I have taken a day away from duties to do some other things.  You know the kind of personal and mundane things and I wanted to do some exploring on my own.

I did take a boat to Darnassus early yesterday morning and was sitting there enjoying the beauty and the peace that is offered there.  You can fish without worrying about being attacked as well as just sit under a tree and allow yourself to daydream, if that is what you wish to do.

While I was in the city I met a nice gentleman from Gilneas.  As is the case with most of the people from that area, he had received the Curse and was indeed a bit worried that there didn’t seem to be a cure on the horizon.  I can understand his concerns and even sympathized with him, however, he seemed to have adapted to his situation somewhat.   We actually talked for quite some time, two people discussing this strange land. One thing that he has a hope that someday he will be able to return to what is left of his homeland and wrest it form the Forsaken, while I have no illusions of ever returning to my homeland.   We are both learning how to adapt to the people and the lands that we have found ourselves living with, it will be an adventure for the both of us, I’m sure.

I had heard quite a bit of discussion from some of the older people on Azuremyst, the ones that had gone out to see other parts of Azeroth.  Oh yes, they told me of the wondrous city of Stormwind and that there was a Faire going on, which was an experience that I didn’t want to miss, if I was somewhat intelligent.  Always one to pay heed to the advice of my elders, I decided that I would make the time to visit this city and this Faire, what harm could there be?

I wasn’t disappointed with the huge city of Stormwind.  It doesn’t have the grace of the Night Elf city of Darnassus, however, it seems a much busier place.  A place where people are constantly in a hurry to get to whatever destination they were heading.  Tall stone structures with massive armament towers surrounding them – one would think that they were expecting  a direct assault from some enemies – the Horde most likely.  I saw an area of the town that had met with some kind of massive destruction which led me to ask some rather naive questions.  I will have to do some further research on this Deathwing.

I went into one section of the town directly off the canals that was the Trade Center, that’s what the sign said, anyway.  While I was wondering around, I saw a poster that was advertising for adventurers, skilled hunters and the like and it piqued my curiosity.  I thought that it might be a way to make some more money and possibly learn a few more things about the land.

I found the establishment and went inside and saw a massive warehouse stacked with all kinds of boxes and people running to and fro, bringing in things from the docks and what appeared to be other people such as myself, looking for employment.  I happened to notice a very nice looking Draeni female that was standing behind a counter at the back of the building.  She appeared to be the one taking applications for work as well as handling some of the payment for things that were being brought in.

So, I walked up and did my best smile and introduced myself and asked her a few questions.  Well, I found out that the company is owned by a Sentinel and her family from Kalimdor.  Interesting that a military sort would be interested in the commerce business, however, as long as they were reputable, it wasn’t my concern.  I did find out the young woman’s name, the Draeni, and it was Magdamia.  Well, I’ll admit that I was very attracted to her and she appeared to be very knowledgeable and a woman of the world, this new world.   I filled out the forms that she asked me to do and I don’t think she even read everything that I put down in regard to my hunting experience and so forth because she was staring at me like I was some kind of meal that she hadn’t had for a long time.  I got hired on the spot and she thrust several of her contracts in my hand, telling me that they had plenty of lead time on them so that I could take my time gather the leather that was requesting on them.

I’ll admit that while she was very attractive and I like the way she looked, she did make me feel very awkward about things.  I think that I will try to get to know her a little better over some time.  Maybe I’ll ask her to dinner when I have some more money in my pouch.

I went on to the Faire from Stormwind and I passed through a little village called Goldshire.  I must say that I was rather taken back at the amount of drunken debauchery that was going on there.  I hastened my pace to get out of there as quickly as possible and found the entrance to the Faire.

I’ll admit that the Faire was different from anything that I had ever seen before.  There were plenty of things to keep you amused, games and fortune telling, places to eat and places to drink, however, I was more amazed at the fact that there were people there from both factions, acting as if there wasn’t a conflict going on.  Strange people, put them in a setting like this Faire and they forget that some of the people that they are rubbing elbows with over  tankard are their Bloodsworn enemies.   I saw so many different kinds of animals at this one section of the Faire that my mind was whirling.  Oh, to think that I might actually run into some of these creatures out in the wild was both exciting and frightening.

By the time that I got home last night, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, which I promptly did.  So many things have I seen in the last day, my mind needed to take a rest and have some time to absorb some of the things seen and to absorb all of the information that I had taken in.  These are indeed a strange people and the planet seems like it huge – I am looking forward to exploring more of it.


Oh! Thank You!!

March 6th

Dear Journal,

While I will be the first one to admit that there are times that I just want to smack the crap of people and ask them if they were born this stupid or was it something they acquired over time.  I’m hoping it was something acquired, I would hate to think that they were born that way.

We run a very simple business here in Stormwind, or I think it’s a simple business.  We’re an import/export firm that does occasional odd jobs such as escorting people to different locations and they don’t want to travel the roads alone, that’s fine.  We also have been known to do some mercenary work once in a while, however, we do charge a fair price for it.  The bounty hunting is a good sideline, however, I do have some really stupid people to deal with sometimes. 

Yes, you took the bounty hunting contract because the money was very good, however, you’re supposed to deliver the body to the client as proof that the contract was filled, not bring the body back to the warehouse and try to store it.  Really?  Yes, it really happened and it was quite the stench that took over the whole building that alerted me to the fact that something was definitely dead in there.  What can I expect, I have Night Elves, Dwarves, Worgen and a Pandaren that might sometimes suffer with too much to drink or maybe just total forgetfulness – I don’t know which is worse.

I wish the owner of the company , Amynlarae Shadowmoon, would spend more time in Stormwind and not spend as much time in Shattrath City right now.  I guess she is going to spread the operations out a little bit more to make more money .  She said that she has had a business in that city before and she is in the process of reopening it again.  Well, I don’t care, I hope that she doesn’t expect me to handle the books for both places now – what a nightmare that could be. Yes, I know that the owner is mated to a Sindorei, however, that is kept strictly under wraps – I wonder what her family thinks of this arrangement – the boys are grown men for the most part.

Okay, I’m cranky, that’s nothing new.  I need to get back to see my family and do some other things rather than working all of the time.  Besides, the boy, Vashlan, has finally discovered women.  I was beginning to worry about him, you know, always wearing those robes and always messing with his hair – must be a by-product of his mixed breeding.  Yes, I have known that he was part Sindorei from the day that I laid eyes on him – those green flecks in his eyes that he tried to pass off as a by-product of being a mage with all of that magic.  Well, if that wasn’t something silly for him to say, I have no idea what was.  Once I met his older brother, same eyes, I knew that the owner of the company had to have had more than one pass at the other faction, a nice little Sindorei  fellow.  It really doesn’t bother me, I’m not of these people in the Alliance, my people are from a totally different planet and we happened to crash here. I just hope that some people here in the city aren’t as observant as I am because it could mean trouble for all of us that work for the business.

I had a nice looking Draeni fellow stop in and he put in application to do some work for us.  I will admit that I was more than just talking to him, I was definitely looking, hope he didn’t notice that.  It’s a rare thing for one of my countrymen to be free lancing as a hunter, however, you do what you have to do in order to survive.  His name is Lagn, he says the “g” is silent and just call him Lan.  Honey, I’ll call you whatever you want me to call you, okay?  I don’t even think the ink had a chance to dry on the application before I found myself hiring him on the spot.  I know that I gave him some of the best contracts that I had available that paid the most – well, for a  hunter anyway.

I think it has been too long since I have been with a man.  Maybe that’s why I’m cranky.  I offered to show this Lan fellow the city and I definitely thought that he would catch on that I wanted to show him more than just the city.  I wasn’t too forward, I was trying to maintain my decorum, however, those horns, those hooves and the way that he talked was enough for me to almost throw that nonsense out the window.  I hope he didn’t notice how many times I was blushing or how I was just staring at him – my he is a handsome fellow.

I would just like to offer my thanks to any of the Powers To Be, I don’t even care which ones at this point, for dropping this fellow in my lap, almost.


Stranger In A Strange Land

February 18th

Dear Journal,

I think it best that we start off by saying that my name is Lagn, I am a displaced person from Draenor and still confused as to what is going on.  Oh, the “g” is silent, so, if I pronounce it the way the natives do here, it’s Lan.  My real Draeni name is not even pronounceable by anyone on this planet, so, that will go unsaid, however, the true translation would come out something like “He Who Walks With Heavy Steps” – at least that’s what I’ve come up with much to the humor of my compatriots. I’m sure my parents had some thoughts in mind when they came up with the name, however, Lan it shall be here.

I will have to admit that my memories of Draenor are sketchy at best because I’ve never set hoof on the place.  My mother was pregnant with me when she boarded the Exodar, how she hid the fact is unknown to me, however, I was born in flight.  I have only heard tales of our home and how beautiful it was with luxury beyond compare – well, considering how I am living now, it had to be better.

I can well imagine that the inhabitants of this world were a bit surprised when the Exodar came plummeting out of the sky and landed , uh, yeah, crashed on their world and look what we brought with us. A lot of lives were lost when we crashed and a lot of families were separated, my own included.  I am still searching for my parents and my siblings, who knows if they even survived the fall from the heavens.

I have seen some of the native inhabitants on this rock we’ve decided to call home and I am not quite sure what to make of them.  Little tiny folks that run about with a lot of energy and bravado accomplishing what?  I just know that they land on Azuremyst Isle and they roam around as if they were the true lords of the land, however, it doesn’t appear as though the place was inhabited by much prior to our landing and these little fellows are coming over to explore the wreckage of what was once a glorious space ship.  Oh, they seem friendly enough, just a bit impatient.

I know that I was unconscious after the crash for quite some time and I often feel as though that a lot of my memories got scrambled but what I do remember is rather pleasant. I’ve been assured by the doctors that I have seen that things will start falling into place over time or they may not fully come back.  How’s that for a real good answer to a fellow that could barely talk when he woke up? I remember my parents as being kind and gentle folk, my siblings were much older than I, so, I don’t think they appreciated me hanging around with them that much.  Ah well, those are things past and I have to deal with the present.  Maybe I will remember more as time goes on and if I don’t, no harm there, I will start my life anew here on this place called Azeroth.

Life is fairly pleasant for me at the moment, that’s why I am even writing, finally got enough money to purchase a quill and some writing paper.  Eventually I would like to find a real journal, however, this will have to do for now. Apparently, I was educated fairly well on the ship and that stuck in my brain, because I know I can read and write, my ciphers are a bit crazy, however, I think that they were always a problem for me.

I’ve learned some new skills since I awakened and I think that I will be able to survive in this land quite nicely now that I have learned how to cook. Things are not as easy as they were on the ship, you can’t just go to the quartermasters and get what you want, here, you have to actually go out and hunt for what you need.  I’m a fairly good baker and my breads are quite tasty if I add some good meats or fish. I’m getting there although some of my friends are astounded at some of my concoctions – they taste good to me, that’s what counts.

I’m also learning how to turn a fair hand at hunting, skinning and making leather goods.  I think that I will survive quite nicely. Ah yes, I forgot to mention that I also like to stop for a while, relax and fish because it allows me not only to rest, it allows me to have time for my thoughts without “wasting m time” – according to some of my friends. Now, if I could find a nice girl that knew how to do herbing, I’d be all set. Spices do more than add flavor to the food, they give it a certain life of its own.  Yes, I’m looking for a female as any young male would – I may have crashed in a ship, however, that didn’t kill off my natural wants and needs or desires.

My plan with this journal is to write down my observations and thoughts.  I’m the only one that will be reading it so, definitely, it will be from my own point of view.  If someone should read it, good look at reading my script – it’s not the best in the world and it’s doubtful that I am going to take the time to improve on it because I have more important things to do with my deal – surviving in this world takes money and I plan on earning quite a bit in a short time by hard work.

I will admit that I am a bit daunted by how backward some things are this world.  They have neither the knowledge or the skills to build the things that we took for granted on board the Exodar.  They don’t even have the crystals or the power to operate some of our most archaic machines.  Someday I see the Draeni making some changes there and trying to teach them some of our more advanced technology. Who knows, maybe someday we will be able to return to Draenor?





A Few Words About Running a Business

April 22nd

Dear Journal,

Well, it certainly does seem like these people that I work for are just being a bit too particular right now and I am starting to get very furious with it.  It’s not that I dislike my job, it’s in Stormwind and the money is good, not to mention, it gives me a chance to mingle with the people.

Okay, I may have made a mistake by giving that guy the contract that I did for the delivery of the goods to that Sindorei’s company, however, I thought that he would be the best guy for the job.  He’s experienced and he is the son of the owner of the company, after all.  He’s done work like this before he got shot in the backside with romance and adventure and went off to war in Pandaria. As far as I can tell, he did a good job this time too, however, Mommy doesn’t think that it was such a good idea. I just got a letter from her telling me that I need to contact her if I want to send her precious son out on a contract like this again.  It really did make my day start out rather rudely – I don’t like rude.

I mean the fellow is a half-breed, where else is he going to find work like this and at the price he was paid for being the guide for this group of people.  Of course, he probably wouldn’t even be in Stormwind at all if it weren’t for his Mother anyway.

Here I sit.  A perfectly lovely Draeni woman with a good head on her shoulders for managing this company for this Sentinel and her Sindorei lover and this is the thanks I get for it.  How else could she go off traipsing after that Blood Elf in Pandaria and playing house with her son?  If it weren’t for me, they’d have to shut the doors.

Now, she sends me a Pandaren hunter to start sending out with the other hunters to learn the ropes.  By the Light, he’s a bear, can’t she see that?  Not to mention all of these Worgen people sending me their goods to sell – what is this, a zoo? I’m surrounded by Dwarves that sit here and drink themselves silly, Worgen that snort and growl at the other employees, now, I’m going to have to contend with a short round  Pandaren that can’t even find his way to the front gates of the city yet without a map. Well, he’s not the first Pandaren she’s sent to the office here for contracts – Panmoshu is another one of them and I suppose that she can get this Peiling started out on the right foot.  They speak the same language even if they are weird.

All of this “Slow Down” and all that stuff, that’s not how to make a profit and I know that.  I’ve heard of taking  a slower pace but these little furries are just so overweight that they have to take it slow or they will roll away.  Yesterday they brought another one of their kind in to see the office and to see if I had anything for him to do.  Great!  You let one in and the next thing you know, you have a whole crowd of them.  This one is a monk and I guess I have to listen to his philosophy when he brings in the jewels that he was hired to find. Changwu – what kind of name is that, sounds like someone ringing a doorbell.

Not only do I have to run the whole operation, now, I have to babysit the mage kid too.  Seems he is supposed to start doing some work for us as well.  Well, he’s another half-breed kid of the owner. If I was a lesser person, I’d turn the whole group in and call it well worth it, however, I don’t think that I could find another job where I can be in charge of everything at this pay rate, I’ve looked, trust me, I’ve looked.

I manage the office, run inventories and do the accounting, that’s a lot to do and trust me, it’s not an easy task.  Now I have all of these “things” to contend with.  I am supposed to hire an assistant, according to this letter that I got this morning.  Well, I tried that but how was I supposed to know that the little pink-haired gnome was a warlock – she didn’t put that down on her application.  You know how I found out?  Well, I suppose she thought that it was okay to let her familiar run free in the warehouse and he set a pile of boxes on fire – that’s how I found out.

Maybe I should take a few days off, it’s been a good solid year since I’ve gone back to visit my family and it might be a change that will help me stop being this way.  I don’t demand much of these people other than getting their contracts in to the office, completed, the forms filled out and the numbers added up before they hand them to me.  Well, that seems easy enough, however, the dwarves seem to think that it’s funny to add extra numbers in there so that I have to go check everything that they have brought in.  Oh, that Hammon even pinched me on the butt when I was checking his inventory.

I have to check all of these things before I start handing out money.  Doesn’t anyone know how stressful that is?  Not to mention, I do have a couple of guards that like to pilfer things now and again.  I suppose that means I have to hire more security to watch the security that I have already?

Running a business isn’t easy especially when it’s not even your own business.  I think that I am starting to come unraveled.

I didn’t mean for this journal entry to be just my ranting, however, what’s a girl to do?  I can’t sit down and discuss it with the employees without them trying to take advantage of me.  Maybe that Bitterbeer person is right, I need to find a man – not him, oh Light!  He even waggled his eyebrows at me when he suggested I needed a man.

There was even a party last night that I wanted to attend, however, I opted to stay in the office and work on the accounting.  I’m working too much, I need a break, I need to talk to my Mother and Father to see if they have any suggestions.  Maybe I should change professions?  I can just hear my Mother telling me “Maggie, just be patient, these people don’t have the intelligence that you do.”




Letter To Kaldor Shadowmoon

February 8th


Me and Hammon was wonderin’ when you was going to be showing up again?  Our Ma said she thought she saw you a few days ago but you was running like someone had set your butt on fire or somthin.

Ach, Laddie, we’re missing the good times we had when you’d visit and all the women at me brother’s bar are wondering when ya been.  I’ll be sending this letter to the office in Stormwind, since I know you’re probably not living in Dalaran these days.

That Draeni woman that’s running things in Stormwind, Magdamnit or whatever the heck her name is says you’re all off fighting the war.  Yeah, we seen them Panderian with their high and mighty brews, however, they sure can’t drink a good dwarven stout wit’ou falling down.

Yeah, that Draeni is living the high life of being the boss these days when me and Hammon bring our hides in.  She makes us wipe our feet at the door to the warehouse – now , how bloody stupid is that? Aye, we liked Romey even if she was one them educated spacegoats, she didn’t take on any airs, ya know.  Besides, she was good for a flirt now and again – this one acts like her tail gets caught under her hooves and she gets damned cranky.

If you don’t have time to stop by, at least drop us a line, we miss you and the girls miss you even more than we do.  Sure, you know, it’s okay if you puked in the fountain the last time you was here.  I’m sure no one will be rememberin’ that happening. Besides, we need your help with some gnomes that need puntin’ outta the bar now and again.

I hope you’re being careful with those fury girls up in Panderia.  I hear tell they can really put the hurt on you big fellas.  They do like a cuddle now and again with a dwarf though, gotta be those beautiful beards we have. 

Well, Hammon and Rye says to tell ya hello and to come back soon.

Andrew Bitterbeer

c/o Bitterbeer Brewery