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[Vereesa never really considered herself much of a chef, but the powers that be have her standing in the kitchen, frosting what promises to be a delicious cake.
She didn't exactly choose to start baking it, but every time she attempted to leave the kitchen, she found herself walking back in and right to the counter.
Just as she adds the last finishing touches to the cake and steps back to admire it, a bright light shines down upon her, and smaller lights swirl up and around her, and a very loud trumpet sounds some sort of victory fanfare. Visible to everyone around her and anyone reading the journals appears a gold plate of text.]
...And here I assumed there was not much merit to baking a cake.
[Later, Sylvanas is free to discover a neatly wrapped box personally delivered to her by a castle ghost. It's tied with a blue ribbon. On the inside? It's the Delicious Chocolate Cake.]
She didn't exactly choose to start baking it, but every time she attempted to leave the kitchen, she found herself walking back in and right to the counter.
Just as she adds the last finishing touches to the cake and steps back to admire it, a bright light shines down upon her, and smaller lights swirl up and around her, and a very loud trumpet sounds some sort of victory fanfare. Visible to everyone around her and anyone reading the journals appears a gold plate of text.]
...And here I assumed there was not much merit to baking a cake.
[Later, Sylvanas is free to discover a neatly wrapped box personally delivered to her by a castle ghost. It's tied with a blue ribbon. On the inside? It's the Delicious Chocolate Cake.]
