Emoish: Give heart, Lady Lacerate, for
anyone who can counter a warlock’s contract is either sent to The Nether in ashes… or given a waived application.

Emoish: Of Silvermoon origin, our roster
requisites are casual vindication upon casual vanity. He had heart, but not
“The Bae.” 

Emoish: Page six, section six, paragraph six, “The ‘Bae’ word’s worth, is a combination
of the qualifiers, ‘cute’ and ‘petit.’” Gnomes, by diabolical duplicity,
qualify these qualifiers and alas, Millhouse.