Mister-Ed-Fan

Go to the city of New York, and walk down any street or alleyway. As you do so, look for a restaurant, preferably of Italian theme. Enter, and wait to be seated or seat yourself. When the waiter approaches, ask for the Holder of Dinner's Special is. If the waiter answers by saying they do not have such a special,then you will not be finding Her here. It is just as well that you order something else, for your meal will still be exquisite if it is a good enough restaurant. If the waiter answers by saying "Ah, an excellent choice, signore. I shall get it right away," instead, thank them politely. When they walk away, they shall look back at yo

It was getting dark when Basalask finally returned the group, hissing loudly, startling them from her sudden appearance after the long absence. Trisana hissed back to Basalask, who said that it had felt like mere moments had passed, there, and that she had given chase to the group less than an hour ago – something that surprised Trisana, as the snake had left them nearly five hours ago. "Did you see anything odd, then?" Dawn asked, and there was a pause – Basalask hissed to Trisana, who turned to Dawn. "She says there was a strange, shadow-like figure, but she didn't get to see it too well before seeing the sun was setting and rus

Today is Tirdas, the 18th of Last Seed. I awoke at 6 in the morning, and broke my fast from the previous night with an apple, washing it down with some wine. I left the Inn, content, and looking out at the town in the dawn. It was a beautiful day, and I ran into a local by the name of Sven. He mentioned some girl, when I said good morning. An odd thing to say, but I felt it was necessary to inquire on the reasoning he said she was "his" and not some "Faendal" fellow's girl. It was not until after the conversation that I realized he was the bard from the night prior. He talked of the Wood Elf, Faendal, being a persistent fellow with the lady