#many plots

B: *silent nod*

The first of the year, and already so much to do. Wouldn't be in this business if I wasn't actually busy, I suppose. I need this. These contracts. I need my mind sharp. The body is easily distracted since the Ghostlands mess, too inclined to indulge in too many ways. I tire of being pulled on this whim and that, on memories that singe the edge of my mind. Whiskey bottles spin as empty compasses most of the time. The Watcher would laugh with me at that. The simple sound is a comfort. I am relieved to have the opportunity to hear it again, even if they might come with sad words.

But yes, business. I have much to do. A bottle of this wonderful whiskey to Deyin for his trouble in putting up with me, more correspondences to make my feet bleed. More meetings, always with potential of trade. A soul here or there for the taking in between. Somewhere in this mess I'll need to find Eurath while remaining beneath notice of his dreaded father. A lovely mess I have myself in. At least I have the beacon in hand now, even if it does not work. I owe a Ranger a tale one day, a drink of whiskey. Hah, everything comes back to that bottle. 

Ah, the gentle face of the priestess comes as another distraction, moreover that the girl gave me the softest of smiles when she asked of my help. There is little sweetness left on Draenor, and on that note alone I'll make her letter the first I send off. Imalldriss. It smooths over the tongue so nicely.

Light be damned, I'm becoming too soft.

A taste of Iron Horde heathens will fix that.