The imps made a mess today.
I’m not sure what got into Strakka’s head to start it all, but of course, once she threw the bucket at Yabra’s face, hells broke loose.
All they had to do was clean up some dust, make things clean and sparkling for the guests tonight, but leave it up to minions with a minimum amount of brainpower to mess even that much up.
Strakka was apologetic afterward, as she should be, and I made her and Yabra clean everything. Thankfully, they managed to get it done before the first patron arrived, putting the sinful bucket back in the closet just as they were walking in.
I’m grateful they never saw the swirls of dark magics going on, because that would have chased most of them right back out.
Bula had a good laugh over it all, which, in retrospect, I am glad for. She’s had a hard time since her prospective mate, Tralo, passed beyond the gates of Grobbuk, the Orcish heavens, two months ago. That was a bad time for her, and myself, as well.
Tralo was a good man. Hells, he even helped me get this place back into running shape again after I took it over, using his own hands to rebuild much of the walls after… the incident.
I know Bula still holds a torch for him. If I miss him, she most certainly does. I see her tear up sometimes when I play certain songs or bring up stories about him when patrons ask where he is.
She’s strong, but, after all, she’s not full-Orc blood. She can and does show her feelings.
Granted, most of the time it’s anger and sniping, but they’re still feelings, nonetheless.
She will get through it, as will I, but it’s going to take her some time.
In the meantime, it’s nice to see her smile. She deserves it.
I’m definitely going to have to do something about Strakka, though. She’s getting more and more out of control…
