New Entry; Never a dull moment.
Last night was... hm. Busy. A bit frustrating. A little worrying. A lot embarrassing and in more than one way.
First off, one doesn't exactly expect to bump into an acquaintance (one that, I'm fairly certain, disapproves of the way several things have gone in the past) their first night back to work. I've got that sneaking suspicion again that if there are any gods out there they are laughing.
It was awkward, but I suppose it could have been a lot worse--Telarion seemed to take my profession in stride. I have to admit, I was impressed. I was expecting ridicule, a lecture, an attempted conversion from my evil ways and onto the path of the Light--something.
Instead, we ended up walking together, actually having a conversation. He seemed out of sorts and I sincerely doubt that I helped matters much. Apparently he's feeling lonely; I don't really understand his predicament. He claims he has no friends--yet I honestly can't think of a single person that would turn him away on the basis of hatred.
The conversation was mostly about my profession, for some bizarre reason. I suppose he was curious. Of course, he eventually asked the one question I knew he would ask, since I'm fairly certain he disapproves--if I love Carsis. People keep asking me that, as if the answer should be easy, as if I'd tell them.
Why anyone imagines that I'd confess any such thing to someone I barely even know, I won't ever figure out.
Secondly, and perhaps the most embarrassing bit, I had a... moment... when a pair of death knights showed up at our door. Apparently they're the ones that Z. told me about--I still don't trust them. They seemed harmless enough, I suppose, but just because they weren't wearing their armor and waving about gigantic swords doesn't mean they can't easily do more damage than any living being should be capable of.
I wasn't going to let them in, or help them, but Carsis pulled me away from the door--ether that was embarrassing, not that he wasn't right--and once they'd explained, well.
It was quite a puzzle. I should have charged them, but I haven't had an excuse to muck about with chemicals for quite some time. I need to be a bit more careful about over-heating the glassware next time, though. High flame + volatile substances = boom.
I returned to the death knights and Z. having some sort of snit--I can't say what about, only that the air between them was quite frigid. I hope they take my words to heart and try to fix whatever went wrong, but that little bit of optimism is outweighed by cynicism, so I'm really not expecting much.
Z. had better be taking care of herself.
First off, one doesn't exactly expect to bump into an acquaintance (one that, I'm fairly certain, disapproves of the way several things have gone in the past) their first night back to work. I've got that sneaking suspicion again that if there are any gods out there they are laughing.
It was awkward, but I suppose it could have been a lot worse--Telarion seemed to take my profession in stride. I have to admit, I was impressed. I was expecting ridicule, a lecture, an attempted conversion from my evil ways and onto the path of the Light--something.
Instead, we ended up walking together, actually having a conversation. He seemed out of sorts and I sincerely doubt that I helped matters much. Apparently he's feeling lonely; I don't really understand his predicament. He claims he has no friends--yet I honestly can't think of a single person that would turn him away on the basis of hatred.
The conversation was mostly about my profession, for some bizarre reason. I suppose he was curious. Of course, he eventually asked the one question I knew he would ask, since I'm fairly certain he disapproves--if I love Carsis. People keep asking me that, as if the answer should be easy, as if I'd tell them.
Why anyone imagines that I'd confess any such thing to someone I barely even know, I won't ever figure out.
Secondly, and perhaps the most embarrassing bit, I had a... moment... when a pair of death knights showed up at our door. Apparently they're the ones that Z. told me about--I still don't trust them. They seemed harmless enough, I suppose, but just because they weren't wearing their armor and waving about gigantic swords doesn't mean they can't easily do more damage than any living being should be capable of.
I wasn't going to let them in, or help them, but Carsis pulled me away from the door--ether that was embarrassing, not that he wasn't right--and once they'd explained, well.
It was quite a puzzle. I should have charged them, but I haven't had an excuse to muck about with chemicals for quite some time. I need to be a bit more careful about over-heating the glassware next time, though. High flame + volatile substances = boom.
I returned to the death knights and Z. having some sort of snit--I can't say what about, only that the air between them was quite frigid. I hope they take my words to heart and try to fix whatever went wrong, but that little bit of optimism is outweighed by cynicism, so I'm really not expecting much.
Z. had better be taking care of herself.