OMG QUIVER! YOUR NAME MAY SUCK BUT YOU ROCK!
I wandered around the lava-filled forge that is the majestic city of Ironforge. My scarlet pigtails bounced behind me as a ran and bounded between the Auction House and Bank.
The lone hunter named Quiver sat on her PvP epic mount, waiting for me. "do you have a few copper to spare for a poor little drawf?" I asked, purposely mispronouncing the name of my own race.
"Sure" she said, dismounting and walking toward me, and opening a trade window. Five gold, and the window went green.
I was ecstatic, having the dreams of a spiffy guild tabard finally realized. She was an angel in the guise of a night elf. A goddess of the moon.
ZOMG PiZzA.
The lone hunter named Quiver sat on her PvP epic mount, waiting for me. "do you have a few copper to spare for a poor little drawf?" I asked, purposely mispronouncing the name of my own race.
"Sure" she said, dismounting and walking toward me, and opening a trade window. Five gold, and the window went green.
I was ecstatic, having the dreams of a spiffy guild tabard finally realized. She was an angel in the guise of a night elf. A goddess of the moon.
ZOMG PiZzA.