An Elf's Adventures in the City State of Baron GayLord.
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29 April 2005


After plenty of magic to make myself look as human as possible, I have finally moved into the human city. My main purpose being to infiltrate the human social heirarchy and gather information of human activities. These I will report back to my superiors in the High Elf Kingdom. We are very worried with the state of the planet. We need to stop the humans from wasting away what is left of the Earth's natural resources.

I've moved into a middle class neighbourhood, and set up a clinic as a Medicinal Practitioner. On the North of my practice (number 69) is the "Gay Warriors Guild and Disco Dance Club". It is good to know that inspite of their harsh lifestyle, they maintain a joviality about their work. To the right of my practice (number 73) is the "Amalgamated Guild of Assassins and Chartered Accountants".

As soon as I get the time, I will pay for an artist to paint a small painting of my medicinal shop to send back to all you High Elves who await with anticipation my information and advice on how to stop this plague of mad monkeys (aka humans) from causing more havoc to the environment.

I have been having some problems with the Dance Club next door. It opens early in the evening and maintains a loud noise level till all hours of the morning. I worry that thewives of these happy warriors are waiting for them at home, sick to death not knowing where their spouses are. At least I assume this, as I have seen very few women entering the club. I wonder if they deliberately leave them at home in order to get drunk and cavort around without fear of recrimination from aforementioned spouses.

In the meantime, I had better visit the guild on the other side of my shop in order to see a Chartered Accountant. I get chills everytime I think of visiting such a place. I guess Chartered Accountants are enough to scare the willies off any man. Still, I need to ensure my business is set up correctly with the local finacial practices. The last thing I want is a horde of these creatures knocking on my door in order to perform an audit on me. Eeeeewwwww, more chills!


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