[Story] A little change

[matojo]

He still had his old chainmail.

Matojo frowned as he pulled the set of armour from his vault in Orgrimmar; it was in need of repair, having sat for so long after being abandoned in favour of plate, but it would still work as intended.  All he needed, the finishing touch, was an old friend.

The old troll finished shoving the armour into his pack and

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[chastise_spam]

(( All my :Os!))

[jeriharbies]

(( This.... can only end in tears. I just know it. ))