Scrybabies Rule!

Turned in a big honkin' pile of Sunfury Signets with Magistrex Fyalenn in Shattrath last night. She took them and then stepped back a ways before counting them. I dunno what she thought I was gonna do - contaminate her airspace or start swinging my axe around or slip her the tongue or what. But no, I just stood there all patient like while she counted them out, checking her books, added it all up. Finally she glares up at me.

"You're one short! You have just wasted my time! Shorel'aran! Selama ashal'anore!"

Fuhggit.

So I dash off a quick note to Boy Friday in Orgrimmar - "Buy me one more bloody signet and get it to me quick."

He's well trained. Within minutes I've got another signet, courtesy of the newly improved goblin mail service. Back to the Magistrex I go.

"Fine. You are now a full member in good standing of the Scyers. You can pick up your tabard from Quartermaster Enuril. Remember the Sunwell! Bash'a no falor talah!" She looked like she'd rather have her daughter run off to a free-love commune in Mulgore than to have me in her club, but I was in nevertheless. For those of you keeping score, this was Goal and Priority Number the Three. One to go.