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Upstairs, in the quaint kitchen of The Great White Witch’s cottage. The witch herself sat at a diner set, sipping coolly from a fine china teacup. Things were certainly much quieter after the defeat of the Abominable Warlock, strange as it were. She expected miles of lines to be at the shop door, seeking help with reconstruction of the village of Hermit, but the only business she’d received all day was a Leshy requesting a magic foot cream. “I guess they just wanted to give me a break,” She thought aloud.

Calisea's desire for a hasty departure to Stormwind was halted by the Shattered hand, much to her dismay. Her guild had taken the liberty of having her fitted for some human sized clothing, Calisea having been forced to also endure an unbelievably boring lecture on human culture by an orc elder. At last, the guild deemed her prepared for her lengthy task, Calisea packing for what could be a very long time away from home.

It just seemed like your average day. I went to work, I did my job, and I then I was fired. Don't ask how, I barely know. I went home around eight. Feeling depressed that I lost the only job I was good at, I just turned on the TV and watched a movie. It was a romance, which made reminded me of my late husband, Ricky. He died on a cruise that was supposed to be our honeymoon. Feeling sick, I turned off the TV and went to bed.