*Essa sips from her goblet watching the other patrons in the Scamp's with a small smile. Draining her goblet she picks up a quill and dabs it in the ink pot*
Where to begin?
The kiss of death
I've felt it so many times, I nearly yearn for more. **giggles* But, then who would enliven all others lives if I was gone. There's been so many that have passed through my arms and bed, it's almost seemed a dream. The people I've met and the places I've seen, if only others would take the time to enjoy what's right infront of them.......at least when I pass by.
*opens another bottle and refreshes her goblet, muttering* "Where was I again? Oh! Yes, who's getting what when I die..that's right."
If I should feel that last kiss, my treasures should be passed on as such:
Benji, or some may know him as Benjamin Poetr, a merchant getting on in his years, I leave to him my most prized possesion besides the wine collection, my mirror. Along with the mirror I wish for Benji to have my slippers. (Alaamiathelas Slippers)
Storold, the handsome balding one with the talent to run off as many women as he tries to marry, I leave my cherished collection of whips. (lion, malar, adler, and bloodly lash)
Caerwyn, the cutie that never drinks enough, I leave my fine collection of wine. (dependent on how thirsty she is, the quantity will vary)
Alatriel, or Ella, or just plain Elf, I leave my boots that make the spider legs feel good (boots of arachnea)
Jaelle, the minx, I leave the promise I will collect on our bargain we never agreed upon should we meet in the beyond
Chaynce, the one who so wishes to be a torie, I leave my wish for better judgement and collection of the Mistress's stardust (Xeen dust, however many she may own at the time)
The Angels Guild, I leave the balance of my bank account after a proper statue is erected in my honor, if it is not placed infront of Tariana's then they get nothing.
The Mistress's Temple, I leave all my powdered scents and other worldly belongings
Ulgrids, ten thousand True for sharp blades to shave with and scented soaps (a deduction of the coins before dispersing to the Angels)
Cherish the laughter, remember the tears,
Hedessa Tanario
//Essa pens letters to each individual named and leaves them to be sent out upon her death
*carefully rolls the parchment and sticks it in the empty wine bottle, sealing it with wax, Essa takes it back to the guild and stores it in her personal chest*
