Late at night, two days after disappearing without a word, Owakeri snuck into his tent and rummaged in the chest looking for something. While he searched, his abandoned hearthstone came to life with a discussion... Owakeri ignored it until he heard something that caught is attention. Taking a deep breath he casually said hello.
"Anything fun going on this morning?"
"Ah! Aren't you missing?" asked the voice of Ashtehn Embersong.
"Am I? huh... well the, I should go to bed. I always find things more readily after a good night sleep."
"Ah Sleep. That sounds like a good idea. And nope! Nothing fun this morning... no sir!"
"Father? Where the Fel are you? ... hic!" slurred his daughter, Lindiwe.
"Lindiwe? are you drunk again?"
"Lindiwe is drunk! Don't listen to a word she says"
"So?" sneered the drunk tauren.
"Ah, well then... I just forgot something, I'll be gone a few days or more. Don't worry about me, everything is fine, just taking a bit of a vacation."
"Bah... Ash shut up.. FATHER! I'm getting married!"
"Not until he asks my blessing you aren't. And he can't do it in that creepy "I want to own your daughter" way either."
"Too late... we set plans for Saturday"
"We'll see about that. Ashtehn, I want to talk to you... in private."
"What'd you forget? where're you on vacation at?" Ashtehn asked quickly.
Wouldn't be much of a vacation if you guys could find me, and I forgot my fishing pole.""
"Ah. Of course."
"What if we need to reach you in an emergency? Not even then? It'll still be a vacation. I won't tell anyone where you went." persisted the elf.
"You don't. You guys can handle anything that comes up... and I'm retired, remember?" With that Owakeri set down the stone and penned a quick note to Ashtehn: Make sure Astenya doesn't make his "wedding" on saturday.
Sighing heavily Owakeri sat on his sleeping palate and took up his battered journal, writing slowly and squinting in the dim tent.
It's getting a bit complicated, but I found what I was looking for and I think I can deal with it on my own. No one even needs to know what happened! My memory though, not what it use to be, I forgot half my gear at home... told the others it was my fishing pole I forgot. Mostly true... best kind of lie, for anyone reading this... half truths are harder to discern than outright lies. Keep it simple, remember what you spoke of and keep it as close to the truth as you can without losing out on the con.
Er... where was I? Right... the ritual should take only 30 or so minutes, but the preparations will take a few days. Just long enough for a nice fishing trip.
Maybe I'll be back in time for Lindiwe's "Wedding". That elf is going to meet the business end of one of my hooves pretty soon. I wonder how Bullzilla is making out... considering checking in, but that's probably a bad idea.
Abruptly Owakeri sets down the journal and gathers up the missing supplies, heading out into the darkness. Once again his hearthstone rests on the small table of his tent
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