Hell's yeah. Ding again. Thirty-friggin-four. I'm about 2/3 to the time where I get to fly back down to the Swamp of Sorrows and talk to that one guy about alchemy and crapola.
And the Big Mac Daddy even deigned to help me do another one of those
"one man party" things again. How generous.
Hanging out in Arathi, fixing to kill some lizzards for their gizzards and shizzards. Fo fizzle.
And what's this I hear about music? If it's got a beat, I'm rocking out to it.