Today I went to the hawkstrider races. I had to meet a larger client, and he has a soft spot for gambling.
He was a round man with an incredible estate towards the south of Silvermoon. He has a massive appetite for food, women, money, and bloodthistle. Truthfully, my mind was not on the races. I am too cautious of a man to have a lot of interest in gambling. Thus, when my bird lost, I didn't lose a lot of gold.
My client, however, did. He had been drinking and this sent him into a rage. It irked him even further that I didn't appear bothered by my losses. As a result, he impulsively decided to cease doing business with me.
I was bothered as I returned home. My clothes stank of the stables and alcohol from the race track.
The events of yesterday were still fresh and beautiful images in my mind, like a new bouquet of roses. Had I been more focused on the races instead of the party yesterday I probably wouldn't have lost that client.
I am still not entirely sure how I received an invitation to the noble ball, held by Lord D'lanastian. It was meant for those lords and ladies of Silvermoon of higher estate. I asked my love to accompany me, and she did. Had she not been there I would not have stayed long, or perhaps even attended.
Like the sun itself, she lit up the room. The sight of her is forever burned into my memory. Her hair was the sheen of a raven's feather. Her cerulean gown had the same blue of midnight, and offset the soft color of her eyes. She was perfect, and I was enamored.
With her at my side I felt more confident to make my rounds and rub shoulders with the upper escalations of society. I made off-handed insults and introduced myself to everyone. The night was not a complete loss as I originally assumed.
All in all, it was a good night. Despite my losses, I am still ahead.
Your friend,
--Kiaphus
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