Jaramon continues to grind through the Outland, much like a millstone through wheat.  He did pick up the Mysteries of the Marsh achievement, and finally got to level 65.  (Now if he could only get that last bit of inscription done so that he could Grand Master it.)  He is faced with a few quandaries, namely whether to skip Terokar Forest, since he is at Maximum level for it or to just grind through it.  Decisions, Decisions.  (For the record it drove me batty last time, and I could use a bit less of that, really.)

To aid in the selling of the insane amounts of crap that he picked up, he recently hired a secretary and man about town.  Really, Amdusias the Warlock was the only person crazy enough to take the job after Bruinir the hunter gave it a pass.  Plus they have a lot in common, being feared and generally misunderstood by the populace in general.  For example Amdusias writes about the recent holiday:

Obviously, Amdusias neither understands nor wants to fall prey to the insanity in the city.  He obviously wrote that to his employer, hoping for an invitation to take his leave of the city for the duration of the insanity.  The people falling all over themselves to kiss and canoodle is disturbing to say the least.  The only upshot is the delightful Wailing of the brokenhearted as they get their spirits crushed by an insensitive lover.  Amdusias thinks there needs to be a holiday JUST for that.

Jaramon writes back:

Jaramon is not buying it.  No way is he letting business slip because the warlock got squeamish.  Besides, that might mean that he would have to go into the city and face all that slobbery blubbery lovey crap.  Where is the killing and pillage holiday?  Jaramon truly suspects that his old friend Bruinir has wandered into Ironforge and is currently slinging beer kisses at every female he can catch,  (Not many, he has stumpy legs, even Aspect of the Cheetah can’t fix that,)  and fallen prey to this terrible disease.