Author: Pook Pook glared at the ceiling of the Westbrook Garrison in Elwynn Forest, lying on a plain bunk. Changed now through the power of Lord Cromwell to a creature driven only by the most powerful parts of her nature, finally having command of words and concepts beyond where the next fish was coming from, she was finding it difficult to rest. She was alone there, despite her best efforts. Nearly every man she'd encountered today had had a moment of weakness where they'd almost given in and succumbed to her will, but in the end they had all managed to evade her. She ticked off a mental list...