By the Grace of Lady Moon

I, the Distinguished Carradee, do promise with all the gravity inherent in my new status as a Dragon Rider, that many gapers will die for the death of Carlie, her level 10 giant spider and faithful companion for well over a decade in Oberin-years.

You know, when a druid takes her lovely new Fire Elemental Sile[nt But Deadly] to Lerilin cemetary, she's hoping to get a level or two for her pet, maybe grab some skulls to trade for dragon teeth so she can cast Provocation if things get Oh-SHOOT-I've-killed-another-pet-this-week!

Some of you might remember me, the little curious druid who declared that she only might join a guild someday, and that would be after considering all available options.

This little druid has made the (somewhat impulsive) decision and joined a guild, "Ordo Illuminatis", also known as "Morgoth's guild." She's not quite sure what excuse she can give.

Flattery works?

Come and taste the tasty druid or her spider!