WoW – A Patient at the Clinic

Isturon recognized the voice from the reception area even if it wasn’t in the room where he was going over the bones and muscles of the body with Elthanni.

“Stay here,” he ordered as he got up to leave the room. He took care to close the door on his way out.

He heard the conversation as he walked down the hall.

“Lani is still out on maternity leave. You can’t see her,” Isandri explained.

“But my wife told me I had to.” There was no mistaking it now. It was definitely Bailas. He rounded the corner to see the boy standing at the counter, who looked rather panicked as he realized who was filling in for Lani.

“Bailas, how is your nose?” Isturon asked.

For a moment, he thought the boy was going to run out the door crying, but he turned back to Isandri and stated anew, “I really need to see Lani.”

Isturon didn’t wait for Isandri to respond. She had probably already repeated herself enough. “Lani’s not available right now. You’ll have to see me.” He paused long enough to pick up a clipboard from the counter. “Here, just fill this out first.”

“Verisna said I need to see Lani.”

Isturon repeated, “Lani isn’t available.” He shoved the clipboard toward the boy. “Either you fill this out and see me, or you go back to her without seeing anyone.”

Bailas took the clipboard and went to sit in one of the chairs to fill it out.

Isturon leaned across the counter to whisper to Isandri, “Is Esladra with anyone right now?”

Isandri shook her head, “Not right now. She has an appointment with Maerista in an hour.”

Isturon nodded, “Good. That should be plenty of time to deal with this guy. Elthanni is in the room. Can you go get her and have her wait in Esladra’s office? She doesn’t need to be part of whatever drama he’s is bringing with him.”

Isandri nodded and quietly got up and headed down the hall. Isturon turned and watched as Bailas filled out the form. After a few minutes, Bailas handed the clipboard back.

“You didn’t fill out your address.”

“Verisna said not to give the address to anyone.”

“Oh, but that’s important. If there’s an emergency and we need to contact you about something, we need your address. It’s also needed for the paperwork for proof of prescribed potions and elixirs. It needs to be filed at the Spire, so there’s no way of getting around it.”

“I’m here to get a potion.”

“Then we really need your address to prove we’re giving it to a real person,” Isturon explained. He handed the clipboard back, trying to hold back his smile as Bailas filled out the address and handed it back to him.

Isturon placed the clipboard on the desk. “Isandri will file that when she gets back. I’ll see you now. Right this way.” Isturon led him to the room and held open the door.

Bailas hesitated. “Are you sure Lani’s not available?”

“I’m positive.”

Bailas entered the room. Isturon closed the door behind himself.

“So, what seems to be the problem?”

“Well, it’s not really a problem, just a little thing.”

“Mmhmm, and what is that?”

“Well, you can’t tell anyone anything I say, right?”

“Anything you say here is confidential.”

“Well, okay, umm…”

Isturon refrained from saying anything, giving Bailas the silence and time to say whatever it was he needed to say.

“Verisna wants to have a baby, and it’s not working so she thinks I need a potion,” he blurted.

Isturon raised his eyebrows at first, then lowered them and bit his lips, trying not to laugh. After a moment he said, “Hmm, and what do you think?”

“Well, I think it’s not working either so she must be right.”

“Okay. Hmm, exactly what isn’t working again? Getting pregnant or do you mean ‘it’ isn’t working.”

Bailas replied defensively, “It works! I didn’t say that!”

“Okay, it works. It’s getting pregnant that’s not working, and you think you’re the problem?”

“Well, yeah.”

“And why do you think that? You’re young and you seem healthy.”

Bailas thought about it a second before answering. “Because she’s not pregnant yet and we’ve been trying?”

“Okay, and you don’t think it might be her?”

“Oh, I know it’s not her because she’s had kids before!”

“Hmm, well, you do know the last time she was pregnant was almost 100 years ago, right?”

“She says it’s not her.”

Isturon frowned. He wasn’t getting through to him. He picked up a paper and wrote the prescription. “Isandri should be back at the front desk by now. Take this out to her and she’ll get it for you. I believe we have some in stock. You’ll need to drink it twice a day. Once in the morning, and once in the evening. I’d like to also recommend that you make an appointment to see the confessor. Sometimes stress can be the cause, and he can help with that.”

Bailas frowned. “It’s not poison, is it?”

“I’m a healer. This is a clinic. We don’t keep poison in stock. It does taste bad, but it’s safe to drink.”

“Okay.” Bailas took the paper and left the room without saying thank you.

Isturon sighed and went to find Elthanni.

WoW – Malora’s Notes

I’ve been getting overtime at work lately. My boss, Tik, thinks I should be helping him in the kitchen, and yeah, I guess I like cooking more than cleaning, but he’s very particular about everything. Like everything needs to be done just so. I mean, I guess he doesn’t want me messing up the recipes and stuff so he has to be that way. It’s just hard to remember everything.

He’s given me a blank book and I’m supposed to write his recipes down in it. He has his own book already, but he thinks it’ll help me remember them if I write them myself. Maybe it will. He said he wants me to be able to do breakfast on my own, including taking tea up to the headmaster’s bedroom in the morning! That part sounds scary. I mean, what if they’re… you know… Tik says I have to be very precise and that the headmaster expects the tea to arrive at a specific time, so that’s when I’ll need to take it up.

I’ve gone with him a couple mornings, but I stayed in the hallway. I guess I still think it’s a little odd to enter the headmaster’s bedroom when he’s still in bed.

My father usually needs help in the morning, so that’s a concern, but he’s asked one of the neighbors, Zaelle, to come over and help on days when Tik wants me to come in early. I guess he kind of likes her, which is a little odd to see. I mean, I haven’t seen him show interest in anyone since mother died. I’m happy for him, of course, but I hope he doesn’t get hurt. I know first hand that people can be jerks.

Another reason I’m working long days is that I’m training a new person to do my old job which is just the basic cleaning like sweeping and mopping and dusting, but it has to be done to Tik’s specifications. The new girl’s name is Summer, and they had to take her shopping for clothes before she was able to start working because I guess she just came here in a bra and really short shorts. Anyway, I’ve shown her most of what has to be done so I guess I’ll be moved full-time to the kitchen soon. I’m kind of not looking forward to working with Tik there most of the time. I was kind of interested in doing laundry, but they got someone else for that. I don’t know what Zaelle is going to do if they’re getting someone else for laundry. Maybe Tik will train her in the kitchen too, and I’ll get to work with her and Tik will go do something somewhere else in the house.

WoW – Erazhen Morningwood

“Aeramin! To what do I owe the pleasure?” Erazhen grinned before adding, “Or should I be asking what your pleasure is?”

Aeramin took a step back from the advancing elf and held a hand up to hopefully halt him. “That’s not why I’m here.”

“What are you here for then? Don’t tell me. You’ve gotten kinky and want a spanking?”

Aeramin blinked. “What? No!”

“You want to spank me then?”

“No! I just-”

“You want to watch me spank myself?”

“I just want to talk.”

Erazhen laughed. “I’m hardly a confessor!”

Aeramin sighed, “Not that kind of talk.”

“Fine. We can just talk then, but I hope you realize that while we’re talking in here, clients are walking by out there because I’m not out there talking to them and inviting them in here.”

“What if you didn’t have to worry about getting clients?”

“You know, I kind of don’t. I go out there and they come to me. You know how it is. You used to be pretty popular too.”

“Right, and now I don’t have to worry about getting clients. That’s what I’m trying to say. You could do something else.”

Erazhen frowned pensively.

Aeramin continued, “This is a dangerous job. Sometimes people want to do things you don’t want to do, but they do it anyway. Sometimes there’s a bunch of murders and nothings ever done to stop them because if the victim is a prostitute it must have been their fault for going with the murderer in the first place.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“I know, but it’s how the guards think. They don’t want to deal with stuff in the Row. You must wonder what it would have been like if you had finished your schooling.”

“Yeah, but the problem is, if I go back, then I won’t have money to pay for it because I won’t have the time needed to earn the money I need to survive and pay for classes. I don’t know how you did it.”

“I found someone willing to teach me for favors. After he got tired of me, things got more difficult. I found the worst apartment in Dalaran and found rich guys willing to pay extra for an expert.”

“So I should go to Dalaran?”

“No. That’s not what I’m saying.”

“What are you saying then because it sounds like you said rich guys are in Dalaran and they’ll pay extra.”

“I- Okay, yes I did say that, but I mean you shouldn’t have to do that.”

“So the only option is to stay here. I’m a little old to go back to school anyway.”

“No, I have a different option for you,” Aeramin said while shaking his head.

“And that is?”

“Come to the Ghostlands-”

“Uhh, that already sounds dicey.”

“It’s not. I work at a magic school there. There’s also a general studies school, and they need a teacher. You’re a smart guy-”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Erazhen purred as he brushed one of Aeramin’s curls back.

Aeramin took a step back and pushed Erazhen’s hand away. “Please, let me finish.”
“I could comment about that comment but go ahead.”

“As I was saying, they need a teacher. I’m sure I could arrange something where you could teach one of the classes at the general school, then get a private lesson at the magic school in addition to your salary. I should also mention that the headmaster tends to build houses for employees who don’t have them.”

Erazhen just stood looking at him for a moment before speaking then all he said was, “Really?”

Aeramin nodded. “Really.”

“What do I need to do?”

“It would be good to show up dressed nice. The headmaster will want to meet you. I’ll make all of the arrangements for your private lesson. Please don’t come onto your teacher. Both of the other teachers are married, as am I.”

“Wait, you’re married? Is it that baker? I thought he died.”

Aeramin twitched an ear. “He did die. He came back as a death knight and I have my limits. I married a blood knight. He works here in the city.”

“Oh.”

“Anyway, if you want to bring things with you, I can give you some time to pack, but you’ll be staying in a room at the school at first so you don’t need to bring pots and pans or anything like that. I’m staying at the school for the next month too, so if you have any questions, I’ll be right there.”

“You stay at the school?”

“Yeah, but it’s just temporary. We’re having some work done to our house and it’s going to take about a month to finish.”

“Oh, well I’m definitely interested. I can learn frost magic there?”

Aeramin nodded. “The headmaster will probably want you to learn a bit of arcane and fire too, especially if your goal is to eventually take the test in the city to become a mage.”

“Is that paid for too? Taking the test is expensive.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can work that into the deal. How long do you need to pack?”

“Can you come back tomorrow around the same time? I’ll want to say goodbye to some of the others.”

“Yeah, I can do that. I’ll see you then.”

He let himself out and went towards the sandwich shop to meet with Imralion.