(17)-Find the Eggs before they Rot!

(subtitle:  Oh yeah, a dog, sort of)

Fairest Sara,

Another Noblegarden, come and gone.  I have added to my stock of candies and chocolate, and found some nice pants in an egg.  Not sure how they fit that pair of pants in an egg…maybe by magic.

I took Bren with me to hunt for eggs, mostly because it was fun for him.  I had fun last year, but really…it’s a bit boring unless you’re looking for something specific…and the candies are sub-par.  I don’t know how anyone can ruin chocolate but the chocolates we get on Noblegarden are of a most common and untasty variety.

This is not to say I’m unappreciative…I just save it for last…when I run out of the good chocolates.  Whilst traipsing about looking for eggs and fighting off the wild animals trying to kill and eat Bren, a courier from Undercity tracked me down.  It seemed they wanted me to advance again (oh bother…).  But the note said something about a hound.  Oh good!  I thought, Someone knows how much I want a dog and are helping me out.

Yeah…

They sent me off on an egg hunt of even greater proportions!

“Easy…you can figure out how to summon a felhound by finding the book!” said my trainer, a still-living man in Ratchet.

(That one of the elders of the order not only lost, but lost in more than one piece!  Warlocks are not very with it, I’ve come to realize…losing things all over, getting obsessed with opening the Dark Portal, having entirely too much fondness for succubi…stuff like that)

“Wait…don’t you know how to summon one?”

“Yeah, but if I just told you, you’d feel cheated by it.”

“I assure you…I would not.  You can just tell me how.  I will lie and say you sent me all over hell and back and it was a nightmare.”

“No.  You’ll have to go do it.”

“Why?” I asked, flabbergasted

“Because,” he said, “I had to when I was in your place.  When you get here, you’ll do it to the next guy.  It’s the Endless Cycle of the Feces Casserole.  Take a bite and move on.”

“Seems like a pretty darn big bite.  And not even a hint of tabasco to be found.  Fine, whatever.  Where to?”

He told me.

“Thousand Needles and Southshore?” I wailed in frustration.

“Oh yeah, and Wetlands for the sticks.”

“Why don’t you send me to Blackrock Spire and Dire Maul as well?!”

“That comes later,” I swear is what he muttered.

Two weeks later, I finally make it back to Ratchet, turn in all the junk, and he teaches me how to summon a dog.

Sort of.

It’s a demon called a felhound.  It has hound in it perhaps as some kind of joke, or perhaps because it’s the only four-legged demon I’ve ever seen.  If I get really drunk, he can look like a real dog…in the dark.  Really drunk.

Anyway, at least I can pretend it’s a dog.  I named him Droopy.  I hear he will really like eating magi.  I hope so, as they’re terribly frustrating to fight.

I must be off!

All my love,
Habeas

P.S. Whattya know, Droopy likes playing fetch!