Children's week for this little squishy Rogue has come to an end. With battle ground achievements in hand and a title of Matron to match, there shall be no more snotty noses for me. I do ask myself only one thing, "Why do those dragons want to kill the tiny child anyway?" They should have killed Arthas decades ago for spite and save us all the trouble. But then what would we be doing now? If there was no evil in the world? To much to contemplate, and I shall finally try to slumber soundlessly this moon without interruption.
Inglorian be well and keep safe on your journey. We all shall miss you until your return.
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