I'm Mr. T and this is my Night Elf Mowhawk
A curious form was standing in the corner of the Inn, looking non-perturbed. He like his other brethren were out and about this holiday season, or it should be a holiday anyhow.
At his side was a sleepy looking Might Frostsaber, and strapped to his back was a Marrowstrike. Clad in wicked looking T6 (which was secretly Tier 10 due to Blizzard being weird), a small tent was erected around him and he stood there, all imposing like.
Then he took a drink of his soda brought by the people who had come here previously.
"That's some good stuff right there," he grinned. "Wants one?"
Mighty Frostsaber yawned. And nudged the Box of Mowhawk Grenades.
At his side was a sleepy looking Might Frostsaber, and strapped to his back was a Marrowstrike. Clad in wicked looking T6 (which was secretly Tier 10 due to Blizzard being weird), a small tent was erected around him and he stood there, all imposing like.
Then he took a drink of his soda brought by the people who had come here previously.
"That's some good stuff right there," he grinned. "Wants one?"
Mighty Frostsaber yawned. And nudged the Box of Mowhawk Grenades.