A friend of mine told a friend of mine and so now I know:
Some got the wrong impression.
I will repeat for the all of you my (ages ago) held story-session...

Get yer self some cocoa and Kawhe,
perhaps even a cup of tea!

As usual I was tending my own business doing this and that, wandering abouts
sending out shouts...

I ended up in the Riparium where the Merfok residue inside this massive tower.
While I was just wishing for a shower.

After talking to Naerian him and her, I ran into this really hot looking face.
Never knew of such a stunning race!

However the dude was quite rude!
Claiming to be Nishir (who the foozle is that anyways?) he was ranting this and that.
We ended up in a massive fight - not some happy little chat.

To make this short: basically hair was pulled and toes were bitten.
None of these words have ever been written.

One of my inks exploded (of course it had to be the yellow one), and he was all like: "EWW that was gross...I'mma gonna tell Lord Neraeos about you doing this in our tower!!!"

I exclaimed: "Tt was an INK! Not me! And I was clearly just here to have a shower!
You were the one to start pulling my hair and to steal my last Prickly pear!"

End of the day my Jack got stuck in this hot Nereidian face.
And Lord Neraeos summoned me to HIS place.

Little Jester, you cannot come to pester!
HE told me off and loads of stuff, I cannot remember.

End of the day I was not allowed back into the Riparium anymore on my own.
And as my bottle broke, I cannot even try to get my Jack back, floating in it, around within the Riparium.

So why should I be into Lord Neraeos? It is clearly known:
I think I am somehow into the bad guys as it seems.

I always run in to thieves and crooks and trolls that want to cook me in their stew, lighting up some kind of fire which makes my body steam.

And that so called Nishir-dude, such an ass, I still remember him. Even if he was quite childish and had to snitch. I somehow miss that phat-bad-ass-switch!

That is also why I prolly got bound to some marching troops.
I dun have a defender's band, combining all four restistance rings into a single metal loop.
Therefore I cannot resist running into trouble.
And sometimes this even in double.

End of the day: I hope I made the picture more clear!
If not? Please do let me hear!

If someone gets to see my Jack  I would gladly like to have it back!

End of the day? I should have rather jumped into the Spring of Fluvialis, Hashan's closest major water source.

But then again? I was dirty and one shouldn't mess abouts with water being needed so badly, as we all know, of course!

Dazzle, dazzle and sprinkle, wrinkle...so now you see:
the small little me

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Miraman, in the year 914 AF.