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Gezelda huffed as she flopped onto a nice velvet couch in the Royal Libraries lounge. She thought a little bit about the lounge night with AAMS. She sighed as she thought about Kezrin. Was she really that stricken with her? "That's not good" She mused aloud.

[ -Litters forum with welcome banners and confetti for Gez- ]

((Nothing to worry about Gez. RP without conflict is . . . boring; you might as well be fishing with a gnome.

*wink to Cail*
*nod to Dernes & Raoul & the other Sun night non-gnome fishing buddies that Dorgot first hung out with*

I was having a wonderful time watching Dorgot's reactions & the story going on that night. Really looking forward to seeing more of you & your fellow librarian - well I am; Dorgot -not so much. *grin*))

(( Gez, the playa! Gettin into trouble! No, it's OK! I love the RP and the conflicts, it's so fun!))

((Wats that supposed to mean.

Do you even thrift bro?

Fite me irl.))

[ Go home, Lio. You're drunk. ]

((There is a very high probability I will be running late tonight due to work. My apologies in advance))

((Another Saturday. Another night of Kezrin complaining about the rain in Hardwrench.))

((Or maybe complaining about gnomes running amok around Kalimdor with pilfered desks. One of the two.))

Kezrin looked at the calendar buried underneath all her paperwork with surprise. Lounge Night

She was pretty sure that elf wasn't going to show up again. She hoped. After all, he'd evidently gotten access to the Library like he wanted. Trenetir Morandenil was bad news, and she'd be content to never see him again.

She'd sent a query to the Ironforge office to ask which files were missing, only to be sent back a brief note: "You're joking, right?"

Well. She'd just have to host Lounge Night as normal and hoped it rained again. Sure, she disliked the rain, but the thought of High and Mighty Elf getting soaked was something she could look forward to.

((Lounge Night is planned for tonight, although I will likely be running a few minutes late again due to work. 7pm, Hardwrench Hideaway, Stranglethorn!))

The office was abuzz with talk and gossip again; the bossgnome had run off to Ratchet the previous night, and it didn't take long for the news of why to filter through the grapevine. They were a messenger service, afterall.

Curious people noted that one grumpy goblin was actually humming a little as she went about her work.

With all the trouble with Awful Elves, Import Laws, and Disagreeable Stormwind Guards, there was finally something to be happy about.

She was actually looking forward to Lounge Night for once.

((It should be a quiet one....or at least a Tren free one tonight!))