That kind of day...

"druid!"

I looked at the orc standing before me, then around the inside of the inn. The orc, a shaman named Staples (with a stupid little squiggle over the 'e', don't ask how I know that...), the innkeeper, and myself were the only three inside Sun Rock Retreat's small inn. He was definitely talking to me. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and looked grumpily up at him.

"thats a crappy staff."

I felt my claws involuntarily begin to dig into the floor. I bared my teeth to growl at him, but ... he disappeared before I could make so much as a sound. Instead, I settled for grumbling to myself as I inspected my equipment. Living Root ... an old staff to be sure...

The next time I see that stupid orc, I might just give HIM a rude and sudden awakening. Hopefully by then, I'll have traded in my "crappy staff" for a nice, big mace. Hmph.

~Devotchka

Dear Diary...

Today a roving pair of alliance filth attacked our hunter's base camp in the barrens. I was momentarily frozen in fear as I watched them deftly fell innocent camp guards with naught but a single ball of fire or well placed knife. Afraid to stand and fight, but unwilling to run I did the only thing I could think of: I called for backup. To my pleasant surprise my cries were quickly answered. A mage, though she might have well been an angel, swooped down upon the little camp and made short work of the calamitous pair, chasing them back to the boat from whence they arrived. Victory for the horde! I will not soon forget the delicious look of terror upon their pale visage. If they return then they are indeed more masochistic than I.

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