Post by Grythor on Dec 15, 2006 17:29:21 GMT -5
Grythor slams his empty mug down and slaps the table with his other hand. "Ahhh! That was much needed. I was parched!" he says with a wink.
"So, there I am in the pub down in Southshore mindin' me own business, when in walks this big blue fella with a tail and hooves. Definitely no Tauren, mind ye." he blurts out as he slices off a piece of big bear steak.
"Now, I says to him 'Hey, you're new around here. How are ye?', and he gets on ta tellin' me about how the Foresaken are attemptin' ta rebuild one of the towers along the road in Hillsbrad and that I better go have a look at it."
Chomping down on a hefty hunk of steak he continues on with his story.
"Well, you know I've been seein' to the Northlands for quite a while now, and the last thing I'll have is them Foresaken getting any more of a foothold of our lands!" he protests, waving his steak knife in the air. "So, I tell him we'll just see about that, and I head over there. Sure enough the bunch of them undead are working away over on the tower that sits at the road that forks off to Tarren Mill. Ha! Fat chance of that happenin' on my watch! So, I lay into 'em hard and heavy, and even managed to recover some stolen chest of rare ore that Draenei fella was tellin' me about."
He bangs the handle end of the steak knife down on the table and gulps down his bite.
"Well, he was grateful for me recoverin' that ore, and I was grateful for him tellin' us about them undead. Now, I wish I knew where he'd come from, but he didn't say much after that, and I didn't pry."
Upending his empty mug he bellows "Hey! Who drank me ale?!!".
"So, there I am in the pub down in Southshore mindin' me own business, when in walks this big blue fella with a tail and hooves. Definitely no Tauren, mind ye." he blurts out as he slices off a piece of big bear steak.
"Now, I says to him 'Hey, you're new around here. How are ye?', and he gets on ta tellin' me about how the Foresaken are attemptin' ta rebuild one of the towers along the road in Hillsbrad and that I better go have a look at it."
Chomping down on a hefty hunk of steak he continues on with his story.
"Well, you know I've been seein' to the Northlands for quite a while now, and the last thing I'll have is them Foresaken getting any more of a foothold of our lands!" he protests, waving his steak knife in the air. "So, I tell him we'll just see about that, and I head over there. Sure enough the bunch of them undead are working away over on the tower that sits at the road that forks off to Tarren Mill. Ha! Fat chance of that happenin' on my watch! So, I lay into 'em hard and heavy, and even managed to recover some stolen chest of rare ore that Draenei fella was tellin' me about."
He bangs the handle end of the steak knife down on the table and gulps down his bite.
"Well, he was grateful for me recoverin' that ore, and I was grateful for him tellin' us about them undead. Now, I wish I knew where he'd come from, but he didn't say much after that, and I didn't pry."
Upending his empty mug he bellows "Hey! Who drank me ale?!!".