Oh this is soo embarrassing. I thank you sooooo much xenotoca for your kind and witty poem. It warms a ranger's heart as she sits around the campfire with her companions staring at the naked, hairy body of the warlock gnome (who wants to be monk) and wondering why she is out here. And then there is her companion, Talon, who takes great pleasure in frying the local . . . what did freud call them . . . ambient life forms. She is considering putting pudding in his pillow or making him eat what he kills.
But, actually, it is I who owe you an apology. In doing some geneology research it has come to my attention that there was some tawdry activity on my great, great, great, great grandmother's side of the family that resulted in some unfortunate relatives coming into being. Although a family reunion is scheduled upon my completion of Shurgeon Castle, the shame of my distant relations treatment of so valiant a poet makes me want to go get boogred.
What is a girl to do?
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