The note was from the trash panda’s 
now residing in said cabin. Ze lawyer’s just typed it up neatly.
I’m thinking of rebuilding it as a detox retreat for Stinky. He needs to get away from all his problem’s. And a certain homicidal goblin.
She opposed this idea. Violently. She went so far as to scrawl her reason’s on her other arm, with a rune blade. Sadly, it’s not much more legibly that the raccoon’s cabin note…
Our reunion was short lived due to me kicking Stinky when he tried to hump my leg.
The new marriage didn’t last long. Turns out they were allergic to cats… and every other animal form I had. They were pretty nice for an orc though, so we put it with a 50-50 split of assets and I wish them nothing but the best.
Two different cultures, one common interest. But the issue was… we couldn’t make love in the back of the Yak, without consequences. Our luckydo’s kept disappearing. Looks like the Grummles took their belongings and left because of us, so we decided to part ways.
He loved that smelly Yak more than he loved me. I suggested he take Mr. Stenchy to the Yak Wash for a cleaning but this caused him to sic his fire elemental on me. A few second degree burns later and Sixenn’s lawyers finally did something for me.
Please, like you weren’t asking for it…
Kept claiming her fetishes were mine.
He and Ratsmasher got into a really nasty fight over the last piece of pie. Turns out Gornur is a biter. I kicked him out and was cleaning up and I happened to look at the note on my arm and said ‘oh, right’.
There’s a note on the other arm but I can’t figure out what it says.
Seeing Gornur’s name on Alandis’ arm was not something that filled me with joy. Naturally, I offered to fix this. After a brief discussion, we decided to table this until I’ve moved from skinning to tailoring and can properly re-attach her arm.
Gave me a mummified arm for a wedding gift. I gave her half my things and walked away.
I really like free loot. It’s the best thing ever. Qamaits is now my best friend. According to social contract, apparently, this means no more “fun” with goat rides. Oh well. I do hope the hyena keeps her spirits up!
Her farts were worse than death itself.
That was Stinky the drunk hyena. He seems to be in love with your fire totem.
She said I only wanted her for her body. Which is true, fleshcrafting is an exacting field of magic. All I needed were some bits of flesh, a few pieces of bone for the ossification vats and an organ or two. In the end all I got was a finger tip, a kidney and a spleen I’m determined to find a use for.
Right. You didn’t kick the hyena off till after I asked if I could watch…
So I married a fine Orcish death knight named Zulan, It was great, we had hobbies in common and he was going to help me replace my arms. Then Sixenn showed up and said that he was married to her too. It was all too confusing. I retreated to the Dalaran sewers with a couple bottles of moonshine and let them figure it out.
Poor, not too brite, Stinky. Light have mercy on you.
Deep within the sewers, I happened upon Alandis while murdering hobos. She was plastered, and thus, quite eager to help in my newest scheme:
Hobo battle pets.
Things went exceptionally well. With her wine supplies, the hobos were all too eager to fight. Eventually, we decided to take them to the proper pet fighting ring. This was the best idea ever!
Later, I lost track of her while fleeing the city. With an irate Kadghar, and worse, several kul tiran matrons named Karen on our tails, there was little time to properly work as a team.
A few days later, I happened upon this bit of news on the adventurer’s board:
“DALARAN MAN STABS PUPPIES!”
Most certainly a night to remember. 
I woke up with the scent of chloroform in my nose to her standing over me with a bone saw. She told me she wanted to role play Frankenstein. Guess who I was going to be. Luckily she got distracted by hobos so I could escape.
Encountered her again. No relationship this time. Apparently standing waist deep in an abomination for maintenance was a bit much. I will not be discouraged from my art!