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There has been little time for me to sit and write since my last entry. I have had my first assignment which I will likely never pen down in detail, but it could have gone better than it did. I made a new friend. Got high with him, had a fist-fight on the Bay's cliffside, jumped off said cliff, went swimming. He knows because I am very stupid when high, apparently, even more so than when I am drunk. I stripped down completely and we had fist-fighting practice in the nude, so I imagine it is difficult for him to forget. I am certain he finds me crazy, but he says we are still friends, and I can stay whenever I like with him at 'Miles' and his house. The Scarlet has such a stupid name.

Grin is really warm and comfortable to sleep next to. I like the way he smells, even with that awful stuff he puts in his hair to slick it back.

Procrastin is still a dick, but Auroran and I made up, I think. He is talking to me again, at least, or we did before he left for Icecrown, too. I think he and the darkskin have plans of their own. I have been praying to Mother Moon for their safety and the success of their own mission even as Grin and I are heading forth to deliver letters to the Scarlet.

It will be a long journey, taking several days the way we have to be cautious and avoid leaving much of a trail. I will enjoy getting to know my new friend. I wish he believed me. It is strange, I never considered the possibility that telling the truth about myself could ever be considered unbelieveable. I always assumed the reaction would forever be one of disgust or loathing, not disbelief

Attached, as if haphazardly stuck between the pages when in a rush to close the book suddenly (the inkstains at the end of the preceeding, unfinished sentence hint at as much), is a letter, just as incredibly rushed and full of mistakes.

Dear Strangely Dressed Dwarf,

I do not really understand the point of this holiday, or you, but Grin thinks that letters solve problems and I do not have a whole lot to lose, asking a complete stranger for things. Aside from the cost of the ink, parchment, and time spent, I suppose.
Do not think that I expect you to actually do anything for me. Because I do not; I cannot be disappointed that way. Maybe you will appreciate my honesty? Everyone continues to harp at me about truth and honesty and feelings. A real load of horseshit if you ask me, but there you are.

Who are you anyway, claiming you can give good things to good people, and give them the things they want most? Still seems like a load

This is a terrible holiday, just like the rest, and your endorsement of it is rather poor taste, promising people their hopes and dreams. You are a con-artist, is what you are, and you should be ashamed. I bet you get away with it because you can claim they were not good enough 'this year' and then you do not look like a fraud.

Right, what do I want? This is another holiday to remind me of spending it alone. I have made some friends, but I keep screwing that up, so I think this year is still going to be the same as last year, and the one before, and the one before that, and so on.

Auroran likely thinks I am never alone now, and I know exactly why and he makes no sense if he thinks that. It is not like I can talk to it or hug it or have company or conversation with it either. I would not mind knowing which it is, though.

I would like company on Winter's Veil eve. Preferably not a woman, because I really do dislike the majority of them and they talk too much anyway. I wish I could spend it with Auroran

I miss my brother, Merosiel, and my An'da, the most. I should like markers at the local graveyard for them, so I have a place to pray and visit. I cannot go where they died, to do so, and the Ironforge dwarves do not really like me even though they let me buy a ram that one time. I am certain they dislike me, because they flat out refused to let me put up markers when I sent in a request. It might have something to do with the fact that I threw a snowball at their King last year on this stupid holiday. I was drunk.

I would like a doll, or some other kind of toy suitable for a child. Something unisex. Maybe some children's clothes. I am really very terrible at tailoring anything that is not animal hide. Also unisex.

Liquid courage, suitably in the form of good bourbon, so that I can go to him go home and let the few I left behind that I am alive, if not very well. If not bourbon, letting them know in my place would be nice. Supposedly you know everything (con-man, I am not a fool, but I will suspend my disbelief long enough to finish this exercise and mail this letter), so I should not have to write down names.

More ink, parchment, and other such supplies for writing would be nice. I do not go through nearly as much now that I have Ruepert's enchanted parchment and I can talk all on my own without writing, anyway, but ink is expensive, and I still need to write down the thoughts to keep them ordered and out of my head. And you are costing me some of my supplies as it is, so replacement for them for participating in this little farce of yours would be considerate of you.

A plant that will not die from lack of sunlight, that I can put in the loft at Ironforge.

Somehow convince Procrastin to stop being a di

Give Auroran more reasons to be happy. I think he is withdrawing from me, from everyone, even Procrastin.
Let the stupid Scarlet come home so everyone will stop moping about him. I do not really care, mind you, but if you could do it for Grin and for Auroran, it would be really nice. Grin deserves to feel better. They both do. While you are at it, fix Grin's hands.

And as long as I am asking a fraud for impossible wish fulfillment, give me a new body, one that I do not have to hide. One that Mother Moon will actually be proud of, so that I can be in Her graces again, and loved by Her.

Doubtfully yours,
Merosiel Riversung.