I weren't writin' to you yet 'caus that is just bad luck. So fuck you for taking so long to write. And there ain't nothin' wrong with enjoyin' whut y'do as long as y'don't suddenly start runnin' around Silvermoon in yer skivvies just pokin' holes through random fellers with your spear.
I mean, ain't like them rainbow elves or mini-human folk yer skewerin' are people anyways. So there ain't no need to worry.
Alwynn broods over Verric but refuses to admit that she wishes the husbot would just come home. Wilhiem is an adorable godfather, but he's also crazy. Alwynn also puts on her judgmental, nosy witch hat.
Alright so you know that feeling you get when you think you did something wrong but you don’t know for sure what exactly it is so
Wait why the fuck am I asking a journal.
So Sir Sunrest got shot down by Commander Aellynne which is too bad but I guess that’s how some things go right? Maybe she got the hots for Junther. Shit, I can’t blame her. He’s a fine lookin’ feller with all them words and stuff.
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