Traveling Goblin…

September 4th

Dear Journal,

I think that Zippie and I will have a nice long discussion when I get back from this trip she sent me on with the contracts.  I don’t mind the money, that’s a real perk, what I do mind is the way that things just seem to be spread out from one end of Kalimdor to the other.  Go to this place to pick up this ore and then go to another place to pick up some more so that I can fill my engineering contracts.  Luckily for me, travel time is not a problem because I can just make my own portals to go back to wherever I choose.  I suppose I ought to be thankful that she doesn’t have me traipsing to Pandaria to chase down the Boss’s sister for something or other – we still haven’t collected all of the money that she promised to pay back  with interest that she borrowed before she went on her latest trip.

Right now I am spending a lot of my time in Orgrimmar with some of my buddies, which really shouldn’t please Zippie all that much because she knows how we all like to drink and sometimes just taunt the heck out of the mooks that are here in the city.  No, I’m not going to get drunk enough to go moon Garrosh again and get thrown into jail, that was not a pleasant experience and almost got my butt sent to a labor camp.

One of the bonuses for the trip has been me finding a girlfriend of sorts.  Her name Fizzap and she has beautiful blonde hair and is a goblin – can’t see me with any other kind actually.  Anyway, she and I have been spending a lot of company together here in the slums of Orgrimmar, partying and just enjoying things as they come along.  She has a great sense of humor and she really knows how to make money on her own – that’s my kind of woman.  Anyway, I don’t mind the female company because it has been a long time since I have had a girlfriend, well, not since we had to leave Kazan.  The only drawback that I can see that might get people upset with my relationship is the fact that she is a warlock.

Heck, I thought that Fizz was just another mage.  I mean she knows a lot of the same stuff that I do and she can throw her magic around just like I do only hers seems to linger quite a bit longer.  I couldn’t quite put my finger on the taint that seemed to surround things until I actually saw her transform when we were out in the Barrens together.   Could have knocked me over with a feather when that came to pass.  I’ll admit that it was a bit of a turn-off for a while, however, we talked about it and we’ve decided that we’re just not going to tell anyone what she is.  I mean it could get a bit dicey when I decide to take her back to Silvermoon with me.  You know, for all the magic that surrounds Silvermoon and the residual effects of the fel magic that seem to crop up now and again, those folks have little to no tolerance for warlocks.   I’ve seen some things that have happened to warlocks in Silvermoon and I can tell you that none of it has been pleasant or I wouldn’t think it was.

I know that it’s nice to have Fizz along with me too when I’m out traveling, she’s a much better cook than I am and she’s someone that I can talk with. I haven’t told Zippie a thing about me seeing a girl because I know that she and Dooddah both would make a trip to Orgrimmar just to check things out.  I know those two really complain to me about how much I drink and all that, however, I know that they get a bit jealous every now and then when they think I am not paying them enough attention.  They have been like that since they were little girls and they latched onto their Uncle Zednick.

Let’s see, I’ve seen enough of the Stonetalon area to last me for a while and I swear those Thunder Lizards just seem to be drawn to me like a magnet.  I’ve gotten zapped a few times and I will admit that it does get old after a while.  Of course the mining is pretty good there even with the spiders and the Alliance wandering around like they owned the place.  I have seen more humans in the last month and not as many Night Elves as I might have thought I’d see up there.  Okay, I’ve had a few run-ins with the humans out there and it wasn’t because I started it.  I know that they stomp around and think that they are all big, bad and awesome, however, they can’t keep up with a fast moving goblin mage.  I can deal with the Night Elves, however, I do wish the humans would go back to Stormwind and they can take the Worgen with them.

I know that I hate to get into a running battle with a Worgen because they have some speed on them and I can move as fast as I want, even try to sneak away from where they are.  If they are in their human form, which is bad enough, and then they are in their worgen form, well, let’s just say that they can smell me from a mile away.  I’m sending the company a bill for the two robes that I have ruined doing their contract work for them and they had better pay up. No, I didn’t get hurt, just got some cloth torn and a couple of scratches from not blinking away fast enough.

I’ve got some contracts to fill where I have to get the materials from Desolace, Feralas and the Southern Barrens.  I do wish the girl had gotten a bit more organized with stuff because I do want to go back to Silvermoon now and again.  I like hanging out with my buddies where we can talk shop all we want and compare inventions, however, there is just something that makes me feel a bit more comfortable when I am in Silvermoon.  Could be the house that we live in and I have a real bed to sleep in.

Zednick Prattfall

Trying Times In Silvermoon…

February 4th

Dear Journal,

Well, I figured I’d better write this down because when I try to verbalize it in my mind, I just get a stream of cursing, which I’m good at.  I told Zippie that this damned girl was nothing but trouble and she is sure trying her best to prove me right.

When I first heard the news that the Morningstar girl was home again, I thought, okay, Zed, better watch your step because you know she don’t like goblins in any way shape or form.  Trust me, with the way that she acted when she as managing the stuff in Orgrimmar, you’d a though we were dirt under her feet.  She’s real lucky I didn’t get real mad because I would have turned her into something uglier than a Kodo’s backside. Oh the way she used to treat my nieces real awful until she kept finding strange things in her coffee, her desk drawers and my high point was the snake in her bed. Hey, a fellow does what he has to do, right?

Anyway, when she stole all that money and stuff from the office and ran off, I was kind of hoping that she had run far enough away to where we never had to see her prissy butt again.  I know that’s mean and all that, however, she’s really mean spirited.  Sure, we all spent some time out there looking for her and we might have stopped after a few days, however, after her brother found out that she had taken a hike, he offered a sweet reward for her return.  So, we were all still looking for her kind of half-heartedly and her own brother found her butt at the Faire, of all places.  Dumb girl goes to the Faire and thinks she won’t be seen by anyone or maybe she was trying to be found so she could come back to torment the rest of us.

Anyway, to make a long story short, Her Highness goes to the office here in Silvermoon and starts raising hell with Zippie and some of the workers.  I think what is going to set her brother free is that she took off on one of his prized mounts and brought it back lame.  The stableman is afraid that he is going to lose his job over it but he says that she told him she had permission to use the mount.  We’ll see what happens.  I know she was probably using her bossy tones to get the fellow to give her the mount to start with – she ain’t never nice about wanting stuff, she demands it as if it were her right.

I was sitting in the parlor, reading a book with my feet propped up on the  coffee table because these damned couches are too tall and I wasn’t in the mood to sit on the floor to read.  Besides that, if I wanted to take a quick siesta, it’s easier to just throw your feet on the couch and head off to dreamland.  I was just sitting there, minding my own business, comfortable and happy when the Princess comes roaring in and screaming at me about how we shouldn’t even be in the house and that she wanted us to leave.  I told her I didn’t have any trouble in leaving the house at all and was making ready to do so.  Well, she decided to throw a vase at me and I lost it.  Sorry to say, I sheeped her.  It’s not something that I’ve done for a long time to anyone that I know, however, she was asking for it.  Agatha, the housekeeper, heard all the racket and came in and just busted out laughing.  Well, at least I didn’t hit the little wench with an arcane blast or anything that might have killed her – I guess I could have said it was an accident, right?

Well, we’re still here in the house and the Princess is taking all of her meals in her room so that she doesn’t have to deal with or see the riffraff that her brother has allowed in the house.  I can hardly wait until she sees the Forsaken that stay in the apartment over the stables- that’s gonna be awesome. Well, she can do that and I will sit down and eat every meal that I can that Agatha has cooked, she’s a good cook and it’s free.  Which brings up the reason why we’re still here in the house, it’s free to live her and the Boss said that we could stay as long as we liked.

I guess that Zippie is going to take that job in with the company in Shattrath which means that we’ll all be moving down there to help her out with that.  Can’t say that I am overly fond of going to Outland, however, you go where the money …errr, the family is.  Zippie says the Boss will be back in Silvermoon in a few days so I am going to sit here and wait to see what kind of explosion goes off on my head for sheeping her.  Probably won’t be anything at all and if I know the Boss, he’ll probably laugh.   It was funny watching her run all over the parlor and bleating like a sheep – she never shuts up.

Zednick Prattfall

Death Could Be Imminent…

July 4th

Dear journal,

Well, death could be imminent or something real close to it anyway.  I just got a letter from the Boss that he’s going to be coming back to Orgrimmar to run things, however, he will be taking his sister to Silvermoon if she is agreeable to the situation.

Oh hello!! Your sister isn’t even here and we’ve been searching for her off and on for about a month. Zednick and Dooddah were able to recover her tack and a few other items that were apparently stolen from her – they stole it back and hightailed it back to Orgrimmar. The guys that took the stuff were sitting in Crossroads and getting drunker by the moment with some very loose tongues.  Zednick gave me the bill for the rounds that he had bought for them  – I think he padded the bill because there is no way that even an Orc could drink that much without passing out.

What we do know is that she is out in the Barrens with her hawkstrider and no money that we’re aware of because the Orcs had most of it in their possession. She must have spent a lot of money or the Orcs did because we got about half of what was taken. Maybe all of the Orcs didn’t stay together after they beat up a harmless girls and took all of her stuff.  Who knows, at least we have an idea of where she “was” when all of this went down.

I sent Dooddah back out to look some more, however, I did tell her not to come back until she found something worthwhile.  Poor kid has been out there now for four days and not a word from her.  Zednick is pissed at me and he’s gone out to find Dooddah because she takes things so literally sometimes and he thinks that we might never see her again.  He also told me that I was being hateful and meaner than an Orc – which made me cry because it hurt my feelings because I’m just trying to do the right thing.

Oh, I’ve heard the gossip in the street about how a certain high ranking Ranger is leaving his position in Pandaria to come back to run his private business.  Can’t say that some of those high muckity-muck mooks are real thrilled with the idea that one of their is openly walking away from the Warchief, however, that’s gonna happen more and more I think.  I know that there was some talk of confiscating things and I hit everything that I could – it is going to take days to get all of the stuff back in the warehouse because it’s scattered all over Azeroth.  Wish I had thought about sending it to Shattrath instead.  I just know that I have sent word to tall of the places where I sent stuff for them to ship it back to me.

I am seeing more and more of these so-called veterans coming back into Orgrimmar these days.  It looks like the Warchief is going to be running mostly Orcs and mercenaries for his campaign up in Pandaria instead of regular troops.  That’s not my problem, however, I did hire a few of them to bring back some of those archeology finds to me – by contract.  Mercs will do just about anything for good money.

I know a lot of the guys from the slums are up in Pandaria now doing mining and such.  I can’t tell if they were conscripted or if the Warchief dug real deep in his pockets to get them up there.  I know that I wouldn’t go up there for all the money in the world, it’s no place for a goblin.  Well, at least not this goblin.

I just hope I still have a job after the Boss gets here and finds his sister gone, his stock spread out over half of Azeroth.  At least I got most of the money back that was taken when she ran off.  That should say something and we’re still showing a profit since the last time he was here. 

Damn that girl, why did she decide to grow half a backbone and take off now because she didn’t want to marry some yahoo in Silvermoon?  Oh sure, she would have been dancing on air if it had been that blonde hunter – the second Boss instead of some kid mage in Silvermoon. 

Well, I better find some plate underwear to wear under my robes when the Boss gets her in the next day or two because he’s gonna be chewing my butt. Oh, I’ve seen him get angry before but I don’t know how he is going to react to all of this crap either.  Who knows, he might take off and go out searching for his sister himself and leave us alone here in Orgrimmar?    I don’t know what all is going to happen, I just know that we had all better hang on tight and hope that we still have jobs when he does find her.



We’re Still Lookin’…

June 6th

Dear Journal,

Well, if Zippie thinks I’m gonna move back to the slums when all of the dust settles about the Princess taking off, she’s crazy.  No way am I going back to living under that little tin shed and sharing space with the girls.  Nope, I’ll move in the Tauren, for that matter, I’ll move to Thunderbluff, they know how to treat a goblin nice there – come to think of it, they treat everyone nice over there.  I’ll just have to watch my step and not get stepped  on, they aren’t too good about looking down for people like me that are altitude impaired.  Yeah, I’m short.

I did talk to some of my mage buddies and nobody made the girl a portal.  She musta made it out before the lockdown happened, which means that was before midnight.  The stable guy is worthless, he doesn’t recall seeing her at all and now he can’t remember which mount she had.  Sounds like she used some goblin savvy to make him not remember stuff – like crossing his palm with some gold.

Now, I’m gonna be talking to Zippie and telling her to ease off on people.  She’s turning into a regular demon wench which it comes to the business.  Yeah, yeah, she got put in charge of things, but that doesn’t make her the next best thing to Gallywix either as far as making money.  She made Dooddah cry the other night and I’m not gonna have that – you don’t tell your sister that she’s stupid and needs to go out and do more work.  Almost sheeped, yep, should have done that, might have caught her attention.

She thinks that the Boss is gonna come in here and be all pissed off and stuff.  Nope, if I know elves at all, he’s gonna be frantic.  Yep, they sure do go into a tizzy when things are perfect and this ain’t exactly perfect.  I don’t see how he can blame anyone except for himself with this stuff – he shoulda taken that girl with him and not left her here in Orgrimmar, yep, that’s what I woulda done, nope, never trust one of these women when they get all temperamental and hysterical about stuff.

As I see it, the only thing that Zippie can get blamed for is the missing money from the safe because she didn’t change the combination when she took over the job.  That should have been the first thing that I would have done, yep, no sense in leaving that money lying in there without proper protection.  Sure, she could have asked me to do something about it before it happened too, silly shaman.

Man, I sure wish brother had made it out of our home before that lava rock flattened him out. I’m not their Pappy, I’m just their bachelor Uncle that has no clue how to raise kids.  Hells bells, they get upset with me if I have a few drinks and start casting magic every now and again – I still think that Orc looked better with those bunny ears, didn’t change his disposition, however, it made me smile.

From what Dooddah told me, seems like the Princess might be the rich elf that was hanging out in Crossroads for a while.  So, I guess I’ll hike up my robes and head that way with Dooddah and we’ll see what we can find out.  I bet a few copper that it was her, yep.  If I was her, I’d have changed my look too, doesn’t take much to dye your hair these days and that red hair would have made her memorable, I suppose. Think I’ll stop by the engineering shop and see if I can’t pick up an extra pair of rocket boots for Dooddah, we might need those if I think the Princess is heading where I think she is.  Don’t know why she didn’t just take off to Gadget and take the boat to the Eastern Kingdoms – nope, she probably thought that she could get lost faster here in Kalimdor.  Heck, I would have taken the zep from Orgrimmar over there – those guys never remember nothin’. Yeah, I checked to see if she was smart and did that and no dice, she hadn’t taken a zep or my buddies would have noticed since they get a free shot looking at the elf girls.  I even crossed some palms to make sure if they might remember anything – a lot of copper goes a long way, however, they didn’t see her.

Now, if Zippie loses her job with the Morningstars, we can always try to go back into business again.  The only reason that it failed the last time was because we didn’t have enough investment capital and we sure do now.  That idea that Zippie had about the archeology is a real money maker and we’ve been skimming off the top on that one.  Wish she had been sipping that cola a bit more when we were in business to come up with a plan like that.

Sure, the Boss is a nice fella and I think that he’s gonna be real upset with his sister taking off, however, he’s smart enough to know that it’s not Zippie’s fault He’s the one that hired that bodyguard or whatever he was supposed to be and that let us off the hook. I hope that Dooddah and I are in the office when he comes in because we’ll set him straight on that one.

Yeah, the girl had the hots for his business partner and if I was a girl elf, I probably would have had the hots for him too.  He’s one of those bad boys that always gets noticed by the woman.  Wonder if I should dye my hair blonde and see if the girls notice me that way too? Wonder how much it would cost to get my toupee dyed too, might look a bit silly with the rest of my hair being blonde and all. Hey, I’m older, true, however, that doesn’t mean the equipment don’t work, you know.  A fellow likes a woman now and again.

I already moved a bunch of my stuff in where the Tauren are here in Orgrimmar, I don’t like all of those Orc guards hanging around, they got sticky fingers when it comes to goblin gold.  Besides, I don’t like how they are treating the Trolls that are still stuck in the city, that ain’t nice at all.  What’s to keep them from doing that to us?  Nope, moving in with the cows is probably a better idea.  Yeah, we still have a space at the warehouse where we can stay, however, I’m not waiting til the last minute to get out of there if that elf goes off the deep end.

Sure, there’s a rebellion going on with the Trolls and the Orcs – well, with that fat-assed one that calls himself a Warchief anyway, he’s not real bright.  I remember when I first got here to Orgrimmar and how he acted when I met him – yep, didn’t make a real good impression on me at all – sent me off with a raggedy robe and told me to get to work.  Sure, the Orcs gave us shelter when we didn’t have any place else to go, however, we’ve paid for it ten times over.  Nope, don’t like the fella, didn’t like him then and I sure don’t like him now.  I wonder how he treats these Pandaren furry folk when they show up in his throne room – if it’s like how he did the goblins, I’m surprised they are still here.

Zednick Prattfall


Still Making Money…

May 13th

Dear Journal,

Well, I haven’t written in quite a while it seems like, however, business has been a bit brisk.  That idea I had to make archeology the “wave” of the future had definitely been making the company money and padding my own bank account for me and the rest of the family.  Silly mooks, I hope they didn’t think that I was going to willingly let all of that gold slide through my hands without taking anything for the family.  Yep, even made sure that I got a substantial bonus this quarter too – well, I can do that since I’m doing the books mostly by myself and unsupervised.

Yep, once I convinced that blonde elf to go out there and give his hand at this archeology thing took off like crazy.  I just had to prove it to the other employees that this was the way to add more income to their income – if goblins don’t know anything else, we know how to make money fast. Uncle Zednick and my sister, Dooddah, have been giving this whole enterprise a good go and we’ve made even more money than I thought possible even with my skimming.

Oh yeah, I can see us moving outta da slums and moving uptown here real soon.  I think we’ll move in with the cows though, even as big as they are they seem to be more peaceful.  The Orcs make me nervous when they come into the warehouse sometimes.   I think they’re all nuts, maybe a bit too touched in the head for even a group of goblins to overlook. 

I know we left Morningstar Enterprises there for a while and tried to make it on our own, however, without that bankroll to start the business, Mr. Morningstar welcomed us back with open arms, that is before he had to go back into the Rangers and go to that new country. We don’t get to see him all that often these days and have to deal with his sister playing “office” or “house” or whatever it is.  She just ought to go back to Silvermoon and leave the business to us because we wouldn’t be constantly trying to make decisions about things that aren’t that profitable – besides, she’s all shot in the butt with romance and adventure in regard to Mr. Dawnglory.

I can tell you right now, after the way that she has treated him in the past, since we’ve been here this last time, she’s lucky that he even comes into the office. We can all see what’s going on too.  That girl has it in her mind that she’s going to snag him off for a husband and, honey, he ain’t the marrying kind, even a girl like me can see that.  Now, I’ve heard all the gossip and stuff and she is going to try to trap him – well, good luck girlie, he isn’t a stupid little boy like you’re used to living around in Silvermoon.

I’m glad I sent that letter to the Boss about her shenanigans here in Orgrimmar because it is getting to be embarrassing.  I’m sure that the whole city knows what she is up too and I’d hate for the Boss to find out from some stranger.  Besides, I’m thinking that he is going to ship her back to Silvermoon pretty soon anyway because she’s of a marriageable age – well, almost too old to sell off like the elves like to do, however, she’s not damaged or anything, she just wouldn’t settle down long enough to get herself a fella because she just seems to be obsessed with Mr. Dawnglory.  Anyway, when she goes away, I’m sure that I will get a promotion and take over the place as the new manager, yep, that’s my plan.

I’m a little bit upset right now because Zednick, Dooddah and I didn’t get to make it to the Faire because Miss “Her-HIghness and I’m-too- important-to-care” decided that we had to stay here in Orgrimmar and do the inventory for her while she took off for wherever she went.  She’s up to something, I just have to figure out what it is.  I hope that Mr. Morningstar comes back soon and kind of unexpected because he can usually catch stuff pretty fast. I sure know she’s not doing all of the paperwork like she should and we’re losing some of our old customers – the mooks want their contracts filled in a timely manner and they don’t want some silly girl telling them that they didn’t have the resources to cover it. 

Oh, we got the resources, we have more people working for this company than I think that she even realizes and they are begging for work.  Well, I’ll have to get with the Boss when he comes in and have a nice long talk with him. Yep, I’m sure that the Princess will be in for a big surprise too.  She’s got an attitude lately that none of us like because she likes to demand and scream – she’s not like she used to be, all nice and respectful.  It’s not nice to make a bunch of goblins upset, it usually costs you money.



Life As A Goblin MIght See It

December 7th,


Well, I will have to admit that the life here in Orgrimmar is okay but it sure isn’t home for me nor my sister and my Uncle.  We seem to have gotten the short end of the stick from ol’ Garrosh and he’s got us all lumped together in the slums.  I mean, Khazan wasn’t any great guns or anything but we all didn’t live in the slums.  Some of us had nice little houses with all of the facilities inside that you need.

Now, my island home is no more and I live in the slums of Orgrimmar in a tiny one person Quonset hut with my pet crab Pinchey.  My Uncle Zednick doesn’t live too far away from the local tavern and my sister Zippie lives on the other side of the slums, closer to the where the Trolls are staying in this town.  It all seems rather odd that we arrive here expecting a warm welcome and got the “Oh, you’re another burden to add to the population speech” from the Warchief.  Oh, I guess we are beggars and shouldn’t be that choosy, however, one would think that the Orc would have been more grateful for our money making and engineering skills.

I did decide to take up the arms of a hunter, they don’t need another hairdresser in this town with all of the Blood Elves running around getting their hair and nails done every few hours. 

I guess that I should introduce myself to start off with, so you will think I’m polite and a little educated. My sister is an Attorney-at-law-in-training, which means she’s real smart and told me that I had to go to the library and pick up some books and start getting smart too.  So, we don’t sound like regular goblins, we sound more sophisticated – even if there are a bunch of mooks running around in this town that wouldn’t notice how we talk if there wasn’t some money involved.  Oh, my name is Dooddah Prattfall, my big sister is Zippie Prattfall and then, well, there’s Uncle Zednick, who falls into the old fashioned category of goblins.  He’s  a mage and an engineer, so it doesn’t really matter how he sounds when he talks unless he’s talking money or engineering.  He’s the magical one of the group.  I guess he was too small to be one of the brawlers.

Anyway, I suppose living in the slums ain’t so bad when you consider that we would have gotten cooked by the lava from the volcanoes if we had decided to stay on the island.  Yeah, sure, we helped out that Thrall dude with all of his problems on the island with the Alliance, however, we thought we would have gotten more of a warm welcome and something better than here’s the key to the city, a lousy robe and here’s where you’ll be working from that Orc fellow.  You’d have thought with how hard we worked for Thrall that we might have had a better place to live.

I kept hearing all of the others talking about this Faire thing and thought I would take a day off and go down there to see what it was all about.  Even if I really didn’t have the extra gold to spare, it was nice getting away from Orgrimmar for a little while and seeing some different things.  Oh yeah, all of those guys down there rig those games so that you’ll spend more money to play them…that much I figured out.  They really need to do something with that canon thing that you can get shot out of at a target in the water off the beach though, my ears are still ringing, because it took me five tries to get the prize, which was another stinking ticket that you can only use at the Faire.

I had fun and enjoyed the food, met a few people while I was down there and a big ol’ Tauren kept stepping on me when we were in line for some of the games – guess he couldn’t see past his belly and see this little green woman standing in front of him.

It was fun though.  Pinchey and I did some fishing while we were there so we are going to have some nice fresh fish for dinner tonight.  I ran into my boss when I got back to Orgrimmar and he wasn’t too upset that I didn’t come in today because a bunch of us must have had the same idea to cut out and go to the Faire.  I thought it was kind of cheap of him not to pay us for the day but I think that’s how they grease the gears around here.  I did tell him that I had felt sick and thought he should pay me for the time off, however, he just cuffed me upside the head and told me to get better or I wouldn’t get paid for the work tomorrow if I didn’t show up.

Oh, I’m sure that Zippie will give me a lecture on my work ethics and how I should put earning money ahead of having some fun.  She will then send me a bill for her “advice” on how I should be living.  Well, I guess it’s all about money and all about how much you can make off some of these idiots. 

Uncle Zednick had invented a drip less mug for those guys at the tavern and had several of them on order – made a lot of money.  The joke was that the reason that the mugs didn’t “drip” was because they didn’t have a bottom – the booze just poured right through but they didn’t drip.  I know that bartender is still looking for Zednick but Zed has his money and has taken a powder for a few days until it blows over.

Oh, well, better start cooking some of these fish and get ready for bed.  I wish I had brought another pair of pajamas with me from home, these red and white stripes make me look fat.




New Hires…Rehires

June 18th

Hello Journal,

I wish that Fnor would slow down on hiring people, I spend most of my damned time setting up new teams and having people watch them these days. Little did I know that he was getting contacted directly in Dalaran by some of these people. What am I supposed to do about that shit, put an advertisement on the war board and hope that people can read it?

I know he’s getting antsy with this wedding thing coming up and being a Father on top of it but he needs to take some kind of chill pill or I can get my sister to pick up some blood thistle in Silvermoon for him or something. Sure, he’s got his hands full being the full-time parent now instead of just popping in on a whim, however, he needs to realize that not all of us are in the same boat and have other bloody things that we’d like to be doing. Me? Well, as per usual, I’d like to have a woman in my life rather than some passing fancy.

He sent this young fellow down to Orgrimmar a few days ago to meet with me so that I could get him teamed up with someone that would know whether he knew what he was doing or not. Well, Alinash is his name and I think that he will probably be better suited for some other things. I had Mahamura Cloudhoof tracking him and watching what he does and her report back was somewhat disturbing to say the least. He has a sadistic side with his skinning that almost makes my stomach curdle. I know that a lot of people have a cruel streak in them from time to time but I don’t think I have ever been one to skin an animal or take feathers from a beast while they were still very much alive. Maha was very distraught with this kind of activity because it goes against her Tauren beliefs as well as her own gentle nature. Can’t say that I blame her though. I’ll definitely make note of this and forward the information along to Fnor because he’s the one that sent him down here to Orgrimmar for “training” and observation.

I did manage to get over to Silvermoon for a couple of days. I wanted to check up on my sister and see how her studies were going and to see Faendra. They are both staying in the big manse that Fnor inherited from his fiancée which is kind of a big deal I guess. Felessa has been rather quiet of late and I know why, even if she won’t admit it.

She’s had a crush on Fnor ever since she first met him when we were both in the Rangers. Of course, Fnor cut quite the dashing figure in all of his Ranger regalia and he just happened to be my Commander which didn’t hurt things any. She has watched him go through all of these women over the years and I think she thought that she might have a chance of winning his heart one of these days. Now she knows that it isn’t going to happen since Amyn and the boys moved in and she’s a bit depressed with the whole thing. I mean, suddenly, this man that she’s lusted after or dreamed about – can’t say that I want to know about who my sister wants to sleep with, kind of makes me feel a bit weird – is now off the market and has a family. Of course, the fact that he is marrying a Kaldorei really was the capper for her. She’s been too long in Silvermoon to be all that flexible with her political beliefs, I think. Anyway, she sobbingly told me that her heart was broken and how could I allow Fnor to make this kind of mistake.

I had to explain to her that Fnor has been with Amyn long before we ever came out of Shattrath and moved to Silvermoon when I joined the Rangers. She just looked a bit perplexed when I started explaining to her that Amyn’s two eldest boys were Fnor’s children. Sometimes I just don’t get it. Felessa is intelligent but it was a total surprise to her about the boys. Well, can’t say that I blame her though because she’s never met them, she’s not been in Dalaran since Fnor was engaged to the Death Knight.

Faendra was a bit cool to me when I tried to talk with her although I did bring her some of her favorite sweets from Dalaran. I guess I have been pursuing her too hard or something. She was all friendly and sociable until I said something about her attending Fnor’s wedding with me and she got all kinds of cold. Guess she doesn’t want to go with me or it’s the wedding thing again. Women are just weird with stuff like that.

Oh well, at least my visit went fairly well and I was able to do some checking up on our new employee with the hall of records and not much can be found on him. One would think that he would have been in trouble or at least gotten some kind of write up about something. It kind of makes me nervous when the trail appears to be either too squeaky clean or it looks like it might be misinformation. I’ll have to let Fnor about this too. There is just something there that kind of bothers me about this guy.

Well, let’s just be fucking blunt, shall we? I’m not overly fond of rogues even though they have their uses, I’ be been jumped a few times by a rogue here and there – Alliance scum that they are. This Alinash kind of makes my skin crawl, even before I got Maha’s report back.

I’ve seen different predators and even a shark or two that have the same “dead” look in their eyes. Yeah, I know Forsaken have dead eyes too but there is usually some kind of feeling showing in their body language. This fellow seems to be kind of cold-blooded in a very rare way. I think that he has been hired by error to work in the skinning and leatherworking side of the business. He might be more in keeping with some of the bounty hunting or mercenary stuff. I think I’ll take a trip up to Dalaran and talk to Fnor about him because I know that most of my skinners are a bit squeamish if they’ve heard anything about him and don’t especially want to work with him. We could probably bump him up a bit and put him on some of the low-level bounty stuff and see how it turns out or maybe I could talk with Amyn and see if she could get some of her people to watch this fellow for a bit. If he is what I think he is, his contracts will have to be hand-picked and not just some of the retrieval stuff that we do where a body bag isn’t really necessary.

Well, looks like our little goblins have tried to make it on their own and have come back to Morningstar Enterprises, hat in hand. Zippie, our little attorney in training, came back first and was shortly followed by Zednick, her Uncle. Naturally, I was laughing the minute they walked in the door in Orgrimmar and happily put them back to work. I know that things have definitely been a bit quiet and not much in the way of comic relief that they seemed to bring along with them. Of course, they brought a third party with them, which kind of surprised me, a warlock by the name of Zapdamia. I’m not much in the way of really liking or trusting warlocks after seeing some of the things that they can do, however, Zippie and Zednick vouched for her…a cousin of some kind.

Zednick said that he has taken the pledge and won’t be getting drunk very often. I’ll believe that when I see it because that little fellow could sure sock away the booze. I guess Amyn and Kaldor have a dwarf working for them of the same ilk, Andrew Bitterbeer, that happens to be an old friend of Amyn’s Father. Oh well, I suppose we all need that kind of thing to break up the monotony. I guess Amyn has him tagging along with Kaldor for the time being, should keep the boy on his toes at least.

Hmmm, maybe this Zapdamia can help me out here in the office a bit too. I am in dire need of an assistant with the way that the company is just growing by leaps and bounds. I wish Faendra would come to Orgrimmar on a regular basis instead of me having to haul the stuff up to Dalaran all of the time. I’ll talk to Zippie and see if this Zap person is good at paperwork, providing her demon doesn’t set the place on fire, it might work out.

Well, I guess I need to take off and go check on the Cloudhoof clan again and see how things are going in the Thunderbluff area with them. I know they sure are an easy family to work with even if Mooma is getting up there in age. I will admit that I am still laughing at the last surprise she had in her last bag of herbs she sent over. It was just a hornet’s nest but it sure did catch some of the guys off-guard in the warehouse.


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