There I was, cursing and abusing him in my diary for abandoning me, but I got a message that he was ill! I guessed man-flu (that's like a cold, but with a fancy name so that men can take the day off work), but it's really serious. I'm going to have to go visit him some time, and play nurse, and not in a naughty way either.
Must be awful for him, such a strong guy, to be so helpless and ill.
Bumped into this guy standing near the perfume and chocolate vendors (I didn't know whether to wash or to puke after they forced samples on me). He said something was up with the whole Love holiday mush, and to cut a long story short, sent me to chat to this girl who was staying at the Gilded Rose inn. Nice girl, really pretty. Let me try and remember some of the things she said.
"I'd better start from the beginning. It was love at first sight. There was just something about that guy from the moment I set eyes on him. After a wonderful week together, he said he had to run some errands and he'd be back soon, but he never came back! I'm beginning to think he's nothing but a big liar! "
Anyway, it turned out he'd used some sort of chemical on her, and was just using her, the poor girl. I tracked him down and let him sample my right hook to the face. Benefits of hard training is loads of strength. Won't be seeing him again.
Got me thinking though. "He never came back!" Who does that sound like to you? I think I've been played for an utter fool by our Mister Kien.
Arthy's dad's gone. Light knows where. Light knows when. Arthy don't understand. I don't care to explain to him.
Stormwind absolutely stinks of flowers and musk and sweet, thick love potions and perfume. It hurts my throat. It fills my eyes. The powers that be decided to organise love boats - plain open-top dinghys that go nowhere, with no purpose. Promising everything and delivering nothing. Bit like my love life, then.
I think I'll not bother sending any cards this year. Love stinks.
He's still here. He got me some Briarthorn shampoo, and I had a lovely long bath. Got him to agree not to tell Arthy (yet), so I can fetch Arthy home tonight.
Past midnight last night, it was pissing down outside, and some tramp starts banging on the front door and yelling. I pulled the covers over my head. Sometimes we get crap like this, living so near to Old Town. But then, he starts yelling "LOU!" so I jumped up and opened the window (did I mention it was raining? brr) and I didn't recognise the guy but I din' want him wakin Missus up (that's the landlady), so I shoved my boots on under my nightdress, and took a light from the fire and lifted the big wood bar and opened up.
Bloody hell, soaked (and sozzled?) to the skin, was Arthy's dad! "Lou," he exclaims, "I neez yer elp dolly." I mean.. wtf? middle of the night? I'm not going out to protect dead-beats in the middle of the night! but then: "I jus go' outs a Stockades an go' nowhere to stay, pleez le'me stay 'ere, I wont be no trouble." Well I'm not having a bloody argument in the street in the pissing rain, so I let him in and plonked him on a bench in front of the fire and let him put his coat over the back of the clothes airer, and wait for the story to come out.
Bastard's got out of the Stockades after some jailing for Light-knows-what-now, mugging or stealing, or racketteering, I dont wanna know. Cut a long story short, I let the bugger stay over on Arthy's pull-out trundle bed (dragged Arthy in with me, orc doll and all). I lent him the spare key so he can let himself in and out, but he better not be here for long, it's going to really mess up things for me.
He was still snoring this morning so I took Arthy off to mother's for the day, don't want him asking too many awkward questions, he's too little for this crap.
Ever heard "scared out of your mind"? Well that's me. I'm not ashamed to admit it here in my diary. I couldn't stand more than two days making the deliveries for Ashen Verdict into Icecrown Citadel. The sound of hammers of the smiths, the stench of burning corpses (got to burn em in case they come back as scourge), the screams, the wierd noises. Chanting. Skittering insect feet. Makes me shiver. Right at the front, staring straight into the face of them Constructs.
You know, dear diary, how close I come sometimes to losing myself. My body is strong, my mind is weak. I'm afraid I lost the plot for a few days, although luckily I didn't get into any trouble in Stormwind, wandering around, insane. I hate this weakness of mine. I'm ashamed of it.
I have heard nothing from Kien recently, except the postmaster returned his winter veil gift unwanted. I put it on the Auction House and spent the proceeds on a new woollen tunic for Arthy.
I haven't seen Dralei either or any of her guild. I dont want her to see me mad, so I hid away in my house, just popping out for milk and bread. I think I got a grip on it now, so I might go out to the shops later.
I can't do any more, I'm losing my mind. The terrible things I have seen or heard about. The injuries. The smell of burning corpses. The awful cold. I have to get out of here.