An elf hurries to my chambers. "Hurry up it is Spookje she is in pain oh and she also claims if I cant do anythign about it I had better leave or she wil send elfs and bats and orcs. Suddenly she craves candied apples and now she tossed them away."
I hear another scream of pain and dahs off. My eyes search her. Oh yes labor pain a bit early to say the least. Toss the applles aside.
"Get rRace opverhere is he wants to hold that little boy because I dont think he is going to wait any longer, well unless he wants a raincloud over his head permanently from his son."
