Today was supposed to be a victory lap. I spent the entire day (minus that little housing detour that’s still making my brain itch) grinding Conquest like my life depended on it. Queue after queue, bubble after bubble, Atonement ticking away while I prayed the randoms wouldn’t find new and creative ways to die. But I did it. I finally scraped together enough to buy those four Galactic Gladiator Heraldries I’ve been staring at for days.
I marched straight to the quartermaster, handed over my hard-earned tokens, and felt this tiny, pathetic spark of hope. Finally. One step closer to that Thalassian Competitor’s Cloth Sash.
Then I went looking for a tailor.
…And found exactly nobody.
I checked every corner of the city. I asked the usual suspects. I even hovered around the profession trainers like a desperate ex. Nothing. Not a single soul who could craft the damn thing. It’s like the entire tailoring population of the Horde decided to take a collective vacation the exact moment I finally had the mats.
Of course. Of course this is how it goes.
So I ran straight back to the merchant, ready to return the heraldries and just grab the Galactic Gladiator’s Silk Cord instead — same price, obviously the smarter choice now that tailoring was a lost cause. Fuck this tailoring shit.
The merchant wouldn’t buy them back.
I just stood there blinking while he told me “no refunds on honor-bound items” or whatever bureaucratic nonsense he spouted. Because why would anything ever be easy?
So now I’m lying here in Abeke’s chaotic little guest corner, the room smelling like fel and spilled mana tea, heart still racing from the last BG and brain spinning like a malfunctioning arcane construct. Do I just sit on the heraldries forever? Should I have bought something else instead? What if some tailor is still quietly working away in their shop somewhere in the city right now and I’m too exhausted to drag myself out and check one more time?
And don’t even get me started on the fact that I still haven’t decided on Plot #37 or #15. Because apparently my life isn’t stressful enough without adding real estate anxiety to the mix.
I just wanted one thing to go smoothly. One. Single. Thing.
Instead I’m wide awake, replaying every queue from today, wondering if I should’ve skipped that one terrible Arathi Basin match, and generally feeling like the universe is laughing at me.
Typical Sahsha.
I’m never sleeping tonight.
~Sahsha
(Heraldy Hoarder, Regretting Every Life Choice Tonight)