I spent my first day as a member of the Sidhe Devils (which I have heard is pronounced She Devils). I met several of my guildmates, all of whom were quite friendly. Ms Shadow was kind enough to provide me with some pocket money, most of which I'm going to set aside for a rainy day, but I did by myself some new leather gloves and a nice staff. I was hoping to find some pants which didn't still have a lingering furblog smell to them, but there were none available on the Auction House. Sad druid. Oh, and I got myself some new bags, because the standard-issue adventurer's backpack just fills up so fast. And then I went to the guild provisioner's shop and picked up a tabard. I like the design - very professional looking, I think. And then, just out of curiosity, I looked up my records in the guild registry. Oh, look, there I am! Level 10 druid, that's me! Rank: Cub fits with our guild's bear theme, and -Ah! AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. Umm. Hmmm. What am I going to do about this? I don't want my guild to think I'm unreliable. No more alcohol. Nope. Jumping on the wagon, is Palintera. Gonna be stone cold sober for the rest... well, phooey. That's not going to be any fun. Moderation. That's it. I hereby resolve to drink only In Moderation. But I don't want to be too rigid, though. So, when appropriate, I shall moderate my moderation. Yup. That'll work. That's what Mister Shag would want me to do.
*bounces a couple of times*
I am so glad my mother doesn't know about this...