That fairy will be the death of me.
Ogres are not technically very friendly creatures. Perverse and stupid in nature, they're not exactly innocent of plenty of murder and fiendish, deviantly sexual crimes. And yet, that fairy apparently likes to drag poor, innocent elves like me into bars that sport boast at least a 20% patronage to ogres.
The rest? Even more shade creatures. Werewolves, demons, various other creatures, most of which would rather rip someone open from the inside and nibble on an intestine or two.
But he drags me right up to the bar, orders a drink of some sort of alcoholized fruit juice, and expects me to get...well, to quote him perfectly 'off my ears drunk and have a good time'.
I don't really know why, but for some strange reason, I feel as if he's trying to seduce me. It's really not going to work, and I hope he doesn't hold the fact I dumped that drink on his head against me. He must not too much, because he's staying at my house again. But I did get a hint as to where he is headed, in that bar. Apparently a vampire heard from one of his kin that there's a new adult male holed up in one of the caverns in eastern France. If it's not him, I'll, of course, keep looking.
The plane to Europe leaves tomorrow. I don't know if my Fairy 'friend' is going to accompany. He'll have to buy his own plane ticked if so, I do not take very kindly to mooching off of my funds for long. It is hard to aquire them as of late-- people become too suspicious if I sell my heirlooms, considering they do not know where exactly they're from, no matter how old they are.
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