Apparently a gaggle of nobles spent all last night hiding festive eggs around Durotar, most of them containing candy surprises, but a few of them with more valuable items. Ysa wanted to look for a dress – I accompanied her to dispose of all the excess candy. I just hate to think of those poor sweets melting in the sun, uneaten, all that lovely chocolate running into the red dust… I couldn’t let it happen! Orcs value a noble death in battle, so I’m sure candy from Orc lands would feel the same. All told, I managed to send a phalanx of a dozen candy bars to their glorious demise – I also wiped out of a score or more of lollipops and at least a regiment of chocolate squares.
Unfortunately the blazing Durotar sun must’ve been especially strong that day, because I began to feel just a little ill. To avoid heatstroke, I was forced to beat a hasty retreat, but the chocolate of Durotar will sing of me in song and story for years to come.
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