Cake

I hate cleaning the fish tank. Pirahnas leave the most disgusting reddish-brown waste behind after a large meal, and having to mind-control fish requires a lot of effort. Small brain, and it's hard to think that basic. I'd prefer to have flesh left on my arm, though.

The tank was almost cleaned - glass scrubbed, pebbles washed, plants replanted, new water and fish added - when Fortune arrived. He checked out the house but couldn't find out how an assassin got in either. I could see it rattled him, though. He is a protector sort. He promised to protect me, and he failed. And he failed to my cousin, a woman he despises.

I wonder how much he would despise me if he knew I was the one who provided her with the drugged wine, that year past? But it is not something to come up.

Join Braedyn, Xiuhteena, and Crimonia for the cafe "Fancy Cakes". 

Fancy Cakes

When: Sunday, July 12

Time: 6pm SERVER time (Will run at least one hour, longer depending on server staff availability)

Where: Empty building in Silvermoon City, in the Royal Exchange

What: Coffee shop/cafe/general hang-about spot

Join Braedyn, Xiuhteena, and Crimonia for the third opening of the cafe.  Thank you!

Fancy Cakes

When: Sunday, May 17th

Time: 6pm SERVER time (Will run at least one hour, longer depending on server staff availability)

Where: Empty building in Silvermoon City, in the Royal Exchange

What: Coffee shop/cafe/general hang-about spot

To my gentle Yasmin, jewel of Tanaris,

I was invited to a strange celebration in the barbarian city of Stormwind recently. I have given the event much thought, and I wish to share with you my observations.

Damn that woman.

Yuta and I were leaving the Leaf, heading for the Faire when we ran into Lady Salisbury. Turns out the last cake I'd gotten for her had gone missing and, of course, it was up to me to find her another one. Then she had the nerve to oh so politely threaten me when I tried to refuse. I don't need her influence working against me right now. It would hurt too many of my projects. Thought she might have been different, but it looks like she's just like any other noble – thinking she can order me around like a servant. May have to make sure she doesn't get that chance again.

I gots me a problem. It’s a piece of cake. Half a piece really, sitting here on a plate. The problem is that I have no damn idea what I’m going to do next. The light makes it looks like that damned statue in the Mother’s shrine is smirking at me. Knowing her, it probably is.