Fuckin’ sidhe, mate. Findin’ out just what people mean when they talk about ‘em. It was a long day, but I can shorten it up a bit.
So after lockin’ down Wildwood fer all the damage done by the Basilisk Dust and Goo, the pooka and I get dragged ta fuckin’ court, givin’ testimonies fer the explosions at Wildwood. Lot o’ bustle for Beltain, or The Fuckening as I understand it, so most folks there didn’t pay us much mind. Before I even get ta the courtroom, Kat starts on about lyin’ ta not make Tits out ta be the mad bitch she is. I, sensing a deal, provide me terms fer such a thing. She complains, but goes and tells Tits the good news. A few minutes later, and I’m free; I managed ta finally choose option 3.
At court, I stand by me word and focus on the real reason shit drove a rice burner ta hell that day, the pervert. I glossed over the contributions Tits made, or could have made. They saw me out and brought in the pooka, whose rendition as I heard it was… ‘inspired’?
Later on, we’re at a pre-Fuckening dinner. Without Tits. Turns out, she put her neck on the fuckin’ line fer the pervert, even after I put mine on the line fer her. I look around fer somebody from the Silver Dragon house, which was the only bit of helpful advice I’d had all day, (If yer readin’ this, thanks fer that, love!), and found meself in the quarters of Countess Midori a little later. She and I strike up a deal fer the release of Tits, as I’m not one ta let a useful tool get away that easily, and the rest of the night I spent smokin’ me way through 2 packs and yellin’ at furniture.