#4
Well, I had an unusual day.
I worked in the inn a little. I think the inn keeper is sick of me there, I need to find to find work out of the city soon. I’m afraid of interviewing with these horde orcs again - they beat me up a bit last time, then told me to come back after I got some experience under my belt. But isn’t that what you do? you sign up and gain training, then go out and battle? That’s what I was told. I heard work there might be something to do in Desolace, or the Stonetalon mountains. I am trying to scrape up the coins to travel out of here - I feel so closed in. There really is so much noise - I miss the dusty Barrens.
Oh, some news! I met a pandaren - he was ‘smoking’ a sig-a-ret. He seemed nice enough. We didn’t get to talk too much until this.. this man approached. He looked like a weeks old carcass, but walking and talking. I was admittedly not polite - it was terrifying! I thought dead things.. stayed dead. His name was Fisk, and he spoke of such dark, terrible things. I just couldn’t handle it, so I left with Bhenta as soon as I could.
I applied to someone in the evening who seemed friendly, and they explained it. That the man was a Forsaken; an undead, brought to life by darker energies. She (she was a troll, they are such nice people! Her name was Vik’wa Bo!) explained my reaction was a bit rude, but natural. She said, “Deh deaders know dey be maken tings weird. Some like it, some don’ - yeh jus mind yeh manners in da futah.” If I see this man again, I will of course, apologise.
I worked in the inn a little. I think the inn keeper is sick of me there, I need to find to find work out of the city soon. I’m afraid of interviewing with these horde orcs again - they beat me up a bit last time, then told me to come back after I got some experience under my belt. But isn’t that what you do? you sign up and gain training, then go out and battle? That’s what I was told. I heard work there might be something to do in Desolace, or the Stonetalon mountains. I am trying to scrape up the coins to travel out of here - I feel so closed in. There really is so much noise - I miss the dusty Barrens.
Oh, some news! I met a pandaren - he was ‘smoking’ a sig-a-ret. He seemed nice enough. We didn’t get to talk too much until this.. this man approached. He looked like a weeks old carcass, but walking and talking. I was admittedly not polite - it was terrifying! I thought dead things.. stayed dead. His name was Fisk, and he spoke of such dark, terrible things. I just couldn’t handle it, so I left with Bhenta as soon as I could.
I applied to someone in the evening who seemed friendly, and they explained it. That the man was a Forsaken; an undead, brought to life by darker energies. She (she was a troll, they are such nice people! Her name was Vik’wa Bo!) explained my reaction was a bit rude, but natural. She said, “Deh deaders know dey be maken tings weird. Some like it, some don’ - yeh jus mind yeh manners in da futah.” If I see this man again, I will of course, apologise.
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