Children's Week: Child Abuse?

It is Children's Week in the world of Azeroth, where all the little orphan males and females look forward to adventurers like you and I to sweep them up and show them the world. Wow, are they in for a surprise.

First in Dalaran you have the choice of a Oracle or Wolver child, two races that have been opposed to each other from the beginning. While I am not a fan of Wolver bulling the Oracles in Sholizar Basin, I scooped up an Oracle youngling for myself and set out to where ever they chose to go. It was nothing to demanding, they just wanted to see the sights that their ancestors had told tales to them about. To meet the Dragon Queen and get Jaina's autograph also to show their friends back at the orphanage which Jaina herself enchanted so nothing could rip the parchment, including those little Wolvers.

Back in Stormwind the Matron there pleaded with the townsfolk to participate in Children's Week. Being a sucker I am for charity now a days, I picked a male Human to take into the world. I'm not a fan of Humans, not being very resilient but he will have to do. His mother and father were adventurers and had perished in a horrific Gripphon crash, plowed into head-on in mid flight. This small Human was in for an adventure themselves where I hoped he would survive. You see I am on a mission to procure the Reins of the Violet Proto Drake, a feat that takes moons to acquire, and where I had to take my child for the day wasn't exactly children friendly.

Through the Battle Ground we ran, tears streaking down their cheeks as I sought out a particular kind of Horde. One that was forced into the battle ground as I had been. Do you know how hard it is to be a Rogue carrying around a small human child in the heat of battle? Stealth is useless; the little brat practically points at me and says "Look! a Rogue!" I have yet to find a way to stealth them also, so how do you find a Rogue during Children's Week? Look for the orphan that is pursuing you with no one with them. I'll bet you gold they are attached to a stealth Rogue aiming for that weak spot in your armor. I managed to live through it with only a few resurrections, good thing the child ran away before they were slaughtered also. Back in Stormwind, battered and bruised as he might have been, the little human looks up while licking his ice cream cone and hands me something from his pocket. I open my gloved hand and a small turtle appears. Something to remember him by and that I shall.

The next moon I shall travel to Shattrath, the matron there is an old acquaintance of mine, I helped her long ago when a child was deathly ill. So I shall see what my babysitting services can do for her.