Henwen. No Ls at all.

Except some sort of Welsh spelling?

Ah yes. Kudos on having a functional memory.

Also, wow, you look different.

It happens. People change. They get gnomes. They become gnomes. Etc.

Bring me Chinese food.

But you were already a gnome, in your heart. You only needed to embrace it.

Chinese food is here. Bring me power and the blood of my enemies.

I wouldn't know the Bagsley if I saw him. I can't kill him and bring you his blood. Sorry.

I itch.

You should stay out of the sun. It is an angry and unmerciful lord. There are some problems that even copious amounts of lotion can't undo.

In other news, I'm totally cheating at Camp NaNo. I'm taking a break from Unpignified Behavior to write something Dragon Age-related.

It's impossible to cheat at Camp NaNo. You can only cheat against yourself.

What is it about? Your elf problem?

I don't have an elf problem. I have an elf condition. It's well-managed by proper treatment.

The story is just me attempting to manage all the feeeeeeelings the game has been giving me. Because it's been giving me too many.

I guess I don't consider it cheating, because it's all fanfiction, and I'm still putting down a lot of words. I'll be going back to the pig tomorrow.

What kind of feelings? Scandalous elf-related feelings?

I mean, all my elf-related feelings are scandalous. But not particularly about that, no. Right now I'm therapeutic-writing to deal with the lives I had to sacrifice during my siege of a fortress.