As a test, I mingled with the public in Stormwind. The Blue Recluse was exactly the same--having tasted their stew, I suspect they haven't even cleaned the stewpot since I was last there. Smoking a pipe and chatting with strangers in the Recluse brought back many memories. The worgen seemed mildly suspicious; he could probably smell something of ( Read more... )

A simple errand to pick up herbs in Orgrimmar led to a profitable and entertaining evening. ( (Salyssa likes writing long, verbose entries, doesn't she?) )

Frustration at every turn ( Read more... )