Thadric Journal Entry Eighteen (Slightly out of chronological order)

(Ignore your underlines)

My life is so busy now that I'm an adventurer. I am overwhelmed with people to meet and ideas to learn. I'm going to have to tell Tezzy not to introduce me to any more friends for a while. At least until I calm down. I'm so on edge, I have so many things to consider all the time, so much to focus on, that I can't even hold a conversation without it being awkward, me being crass, or chit-chat becoming a fight.

Stop being an ass.  <--- (Except this one)

Once again, it was Gottleib ^{^ Me refusing to move on} that set me off, I think. Him and his churchly conversions... I've always considered myself not a member of the clergy, even though I learn from them and can do their sort of magics. Tezzy used the phrase 'non-denominational mind controller,' and I thought that was hilariously fitting.

Anyway, I'm not even going to focus on Gottleib. ^{^ See, that was a good idea.} It happened, it's in the past, and I will not be attending his sermon. If I didn't know better, I'd think he had ... untoward intentions for me. Men aren't supposed to have vested interests in other men, or even care about each other for that matter. You can imagine how very embarrassed I was, then, when when I sad I worried for Tezzy's friend Miles later. I think Tezzy accused me of being homosexual on the sly, _{^ not like it matters anymore, haha} but... Friends are important. He's an important friend to her, which makes him an important friend to me.

Back on track. I was in Silvermoon trying to sell some fabrics I'd come across in Outland. I had the strange feeling Tezzy was nearby, but I couldn't quite place it. As I walked around, I eventually led myself to where she was; out by a pond in Eversong, talking to the most muscular Elf I have seen in a long time. He was unElfly ripped, Journal. Also a redhead, and everyone knows redheads aren't supposed to have muscles. It was peculiar. He was preculiar. He started speaking to me--

No, I take it back. He turned around, looked at me, grunted, and turned back to Tezzy.

But when he DID start speaking to me, it became clear that he was still learning the language. That or he had some sort of learning disability. I thought it was a little of both in the beginning, honestly. I asked Tezzy if he was 'special,' and she said yes. I tried to treat him gently afterwords. (It became obvious later that he wasn't. He simply spoke neither Orcish nor Thalassian. Awfully strange, isn't it? That he, as an Elf, didn't speak Thalassian well. He didn't seem to follow what I was saying when I asked him if he could help Tezzy learn more Thalassian to prove to herself that she's much smarter than she gives herself credit. He spoke perfect Lordaeron Common, however! )

I think he, too, was under a lot of stress, because he would become outraged or depressed at the drop of a hat. Maybe he's missing someone too?

Most of our conversations were little banter. Tezzy seemed nervous the entire time. I could feel her nervousness, and it made ME nervous. I tried too hard -- once again -- to impress her and her friend. I wound up looking like a royal prick -- once again. (Note to self: Women don't like to be protected?)

I forgot at the time that I'd said I would stay out of her brain, stop talking to her... But I felt like this time, I ought to ask what was and was not a touchy subject, and when I ought to stop*. Maybe Tezzy will be good at helping me be a better conversationalist? It's always been very difficult for me to be... good at that. I think it worked out well. Maybe I can help her as well, like when I reminded her of Niami's name, or covered for her when we talked about the pet ret and Miles threw a little tissy. I pretended that I owned the rat, and Tezzy seemed so grateful. Why the Fel would a huge muscular man like Miles be afraid of rats? Maybe it's like Elekks being afraid of mice?

I'm so tempted to find out what Tezzy knows about him. What his issue is. There's something wrong with him, but I can't put my claw on it. I'm sure I'll figure it out as I write. Or figure out something better than Time Traveler (though he did make a big fuss about hating the Bronze flight... Cover-up? Maybe he's a DRAGON?! He said he had a little red whelp named Scarlet that called him Mama and she definitely wasn't a pet to him. Daughter? But if he was a dragon, why did he pretend not to speak two languages well, but speak the third perfectly?)   ( Look at all the ink I have to waste on my stupid ideas. )

We got on the topic of Meida when he spoke about cliff diving in Stranglethorn. Tezzy and Miles both know her!

Is he an Alliance spy?...

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(Just forget about it, Thadric. You're the last person on the planet who can say which friends ought to be spending time together.)

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Damn it, Tezzy...