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“Here we go … it was two weeks ago, I was wandering through Ashenvale, and let me start by saying I’d just had a few run-ins with some punks (I remember one of them had a scruffy little beard) near Astranaar, and the local guard hadn’t exactly been sympathetic…
After that dreadful day – where, to top it all off, I’d been disconnected right in the middle of the Foulwead totem quest (those who know Blackeye will get it) – I came across a young girl by the river.
The sun cast its orange rays across the horizon, and her long green hair fell gracefully over a beautifully simple white fabric gown. She turned around and took a step back… I saw a hint of fear in her eyes, probably because I’d appeared so suddenly (and maybe also because my level was just a bit higher than hers).
There she was … within axe range… I gave her a friendly wave … which she, of course, was too shy to return. I stepped aside; nature was too beautiful, and I let her go…”
Epilogue:
“Then I turned back, savoring that pastel-coloured sunset, breathing in the fresh scent of the trees, and listening to that sweet music so typical of the elven forests.
I transformed into Night Wolf and, just for fun, chased after that wild little thing. And I took my massive axe and slammed it right into her face – teach you some manners, you little – ” beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
