Dear Diary,
I really don't know what I've gotten myself into. My favorite silk dress...yes, the champagne one--ruined. Not just a little bit ruined but so completely. I knew I should have worn the old purple silk one, but I just wanted to impress Khordael. He's human, but he's a human with connections. I guess I should mention I had to fight with this Warforged maniac. Not alone, thank goodness. Well...then again I'm stuck in this group. They didn't even bother to introduce themselves to me when I first showed up at this dinner thingy Khordael had set up. This half-elf who I think fancies himself a full blood yelled at me across the room. There was this human though, he walked over and greeted me. I know his name is Domonic now. He's not so bad. Human is better than half-elf or gah, changeling. Yes, you heard me. The worst part of having this group stuck up my ass is Gash. It's as annoying as ever. And guess what? Itshowed up wearing skin tight leather to our dinner. I mean really. What was it thinking? Oh yeah...it almost got us into trouble at this other meeting too. One day I'm gonna show Gash a thing or two. Now, I'm stuck on this trip underground. That means I'll have to wear that stupid armor Khordael gave me. Yick is all I can say. I'll look like Gash on this trip...so not what I want. I still don't know why I even agreed to do this except when our pay stops coming from the "dead" Khordael I'll need every penny. Guess since he's technically deceased our little arrangement for a better occupation won't happen. That means somehow I'm gonna have to help this group and work. Thank goodness I'm just a hostess now...among other things. But that means I work until all the clients are in, and then I can get some sleep. I'm gonna have to re-evaluate all this soon. Things are happening way too fast for my liking. I need to make some choices, good choices for Cress before I get in any deeper with this trouble-magnet gang. And if one more dress gets ruined, I'm going to be so pissed off. This working in a group and fighting all out in the open is not my style...so, so not. Does no one know the meaning of subtlety anymore? Guess I better go for now. I got a long night ahead of me.
