I decided today was the day to at least pretend I was making progress on adulting. While waiting for my call to battle, I figured I’d knock out that “My First Home” quest that’s been glaring at me for days.
I took the portal to Razorwind Shores expecting something dry and miserable like Razor Hill — boars, dust, questionable smells, the works. Instead I stepped out into this lush, green, watery paradise. Actual grass. Palm trees. The ocean sparkling under the stars. I just stood there blinking like an idiot wondering where the hell I actually was and how “Razorwind” got to sound so… nice.
I found the steward, Tocho Cloudhide. Pleasant tauren fellow. He told me the place had “much to offer” and “let’s see what we can find for you.” Then he just… stood there. I waited. He waited. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize I was supposed to lead and he would follow me around like a very patient shadow. Classic Sahsha.
We started touring plots in Dry Spine Bastion.
Plot #31 had nice views but the whole thing gave me serious cemetery vibes. Hard pass.
Plot #15 though… oh. Dramatic cliffside location with breathtaking ocean views and real height. At night it has this beautifully secluded feel with a torch-lit path winding down toward the water and a rocky peninsula below. It’s stunning… but the more I stared, the more I realized that torch path and the entire lower peninsula are probably shared community space. Any random traveler could wander down there at any hour to fish or stand around looking all mysterious and brooding like they’re the main character in some tragic ballad. So it’s not truly mine. That took some of the shine off it.
Plot #35 was also cliffside and gorgeous, but the neighbor felt entirely too close for comfort. I immediately started wondering what hidden flaw made these plots so suspiciously cheap. Landslide area? Haunted? Some terrible secret in the environmental report I haven’t read yet?
Plot #14 down by the docks had that perfect beachy sand… until I pictured random beachgoers and saw a Wetlands Tallstrider casually strolling across the property like he pays rent. No thank you.
Plot #48 up in The Bloom was greener, hilltop with lovely views of pools and geysers below, but it came with an entire welcoming committee of salamanders. I’ll pass on becoming lizard food, thanks.
Then we reached Plot #37.
…Oh no.
Elevated ground. Palm trees. Its very own private dock stretching out over the water. I could already picture myself sitting right at the edge after a long night of battlegrounds, legs dangling, staring at the stars and trying to make sense of my terrible life choices. Maybe even dragging a couple of Adirondack chairs out there someday… (with Ardan? No. Stop it, Sahsha.)
Plot #26 was flatter beachfront and would have been perfect if not for the pygmy hippos drinking right at the water’s edge. Their big asses were an immediate dealbreaker.
I keep going back and forth between #15 and #37 like a complete lunatic. I went back to #15 for a second look. Then back to #37. Then back to #15 again. I’m exhausting myself and poor Tocho is just politely trailing behind me while I mutter under my breath.
The worst part? I still can’t decide. I told him I needed more time to think. I need to see what else is available. I need more data. I can’t make a decision this big without collecting every possible option first, comparing views and docks and salamander-to-neighbor ratios like it’s a spreadsheet from the Sunwell. But what if I finally make up my mind and the plot I want is suddenly gone? What if someone snatches #37 while I’m still “thinking about it”? What if there’s something even better I haven’t seen yet?
Decisions are the absolute worst and I am terrible at them.
I’m going to need more time with this one. A lot more time. Probably several nights of overthinking while I pretend I’m still being responsible.
~Sahsha
(Paranoid Property Scout)