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So this story has been stagnating on my hard drive. Inspired by this letter:
Dear Sheylann,
I am writing to inform you of things I learned today. Crimmy has demanded that I start Tillers rep. I have no idea why she wants me to grow things that do not lead to lethal poisons. I have to say it was a horrible experience. I realized that I hardly ever fly anywhere. You do not need it in battlegrounds and Timeless. However out here in the world it seems as if my Gryphon has aged to the point of hardly moving. I may have to put her down soon. I do not have near the funds to improve my lot. Skinning and Leather working has not proven to be a lucrative profession for me. That being said, at least I have SI-7.
Per you advisement Shaw has, with a twinkling in his eyes of amusement and a devilish grin that has set my danger sense on fire, ordered me to see to King Varian Wrynn's ongoing positive mental state. I am to keep him in good spirits during our mission in Pandaria thus forth and without complaints. You must know this is an impossible task. I love to complain and it has been a grand past time to me. I did try the whole, Royals family bonding thing we discussed. Seems Anduin, despite all his love of mud and snakes for anti-vemon, has a loathing for worms and fish hooks. He refused to accompany his father to the beach and instead took up with Wrathion to the Timeless Isles. How I wish I had been ordered to follow him instead. The kid never leaves the safety of the center court. I could skin turtles until I faint of exhaustion on the beach. No, I have to entertain an Old Super Serious Grumpy Warrior Guy. For the record, that is not a complaint, its a fact. You can deal.
You know what else I learned today with the Tillers? That my fishing skill is 10. Well, its 10 now. At this you are cringing or laughing at me. I can not go fishing with the King with such a sad pitiful ability such as this. I would be a laughing stock. My cooking seems to be lack luster as well. So if I am forced to go we will surely starve.
This being the case let me offer this suggestion up to you. Let's send GOYA! She finished her Tiller rep and has opened up her fields for songbells. Whatever the heck those are. Crimmy seemed over joyed about it so, eh. Anyway Goya does not have to run dailies anymore. She should have plenty of free time to entertain our King. That way I could return to flightless Timeless Isles. Oh wise and wonderful Druid that has the ear of my boss, please help a girl out here!
Oh so sincerely,
The Crimson Fox.
I hope you enjoy the story.