Evil Diary.
Dear Diary,
Today I went shopping at the Black Market. @quai-mason wasn’t there. It was disappointing. But I did meet her brother; I don’t like him. I understand why Quai never once ever spoke about him. Pretty sure he sold me a dud book for a small fortune. Illydus can have it.
I also purchased some crow feathers. It was more of an impulse. Not sure what I’m going to do with them when they arrive. I can think of a dozen or so minor spells that have use of bird feathers. I really wanted the bird itself. But that ‘@octaevia-reeves’ woman wouldn’t sell.
My favourite contact, a elf creature whos name I still don’t know, sold me an Eredar Tome on teleportation & Legion tactics along with a matching staff to work some of the incantations. With this, I believe I have most of what I need to begin traversing the cosmos with the Keystone. Now all I need is a power source. Cypris and I have discussed a potential solution. I will consult Illydus on the morrow.
A Worgen said some rather crude and unseemly comments involving his mask and my mask. I cursed him to urinate in his pants. He did so without so much as a flinch. Perhaps I have underestimated the ferocity of their kind. As a second attempt at giving him his comeuppance, I purchased a pair of pants -fit for a worgen- that I’m told would rot whatever was inside them. He did not accept them. Even though I gave my absolute best performance to claim it was an earnest apology. Still, he refused.
After left, I stopped by Stormwind. They appeared to be having a job fair. Don’t care. They’re all stupid anyway. I did how ever pawn off those cursed pants on some random Worgen soldier. He said he represented the Stormwind City Watch. So, at the very least, I’ve ruined his day.
All in all, it was a good day. Certainly ended on a high note.
