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Oh, easy. There's a lovely Draenei-run bakery in Lower City, Shattrath. Kharris and I's first flat together was right above it. Absolutely fantastic pastries and nice and quiet, mostly locals. Good at any time of day really - breakfast was best, of course, as everything was fresh out the oven and lovely. But lunch was splendid as well; the quiche is amazing.
I quite miss that place and pop round whenever I'm in town. -
The cheating answer would be Shryndael. She could portal us back 'ome right away.
But I suppose that's not the point of the question. Truthfully, I'd quite enjoy either extreme of being completely alone or having a load of friends with me. If it were just me and one other person we'd likely kill each other by the end of the week, no matter who it was. -
I've got several bank vaults - most under me name, two under aliases. Kharris and I just bought a beach house in Shadowprey, but I'd like to build or buy a few more before I kick the bucket. Can't say I've got much in the way of valuable posessions - most things that are meaningful to me are rather old or purely sentimental - but I have got a rather extensive library that I'd like kept in the family. Everything'll likely go to Kharris or me brother, Keiran.
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Hmm. I suppose I'd be a rather handsome, uniquely styled lockbox. Metal with custom made designs in various symbols & art with Elvish, Human, and a little Dwarvish cultural influences. Might be a bit mysterious to identify me make and origin. My lock would be rather difficult to suss out, but once you've gotten access you'd always be able to get in easy.
Inside would be collections of memories and life experiences: scrolls, memorabilia, trinkets, tomes, gobbo photos, lists. There'd be several skeleton keys: one for a library of knowledge, one for a dungeon filled with dark terrible things, and one for me 'eart. There would also be some dancer's bangles, a rattle, hunter's bow strings, and an empty soulstone. -
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Aye, it comes naturally. Because we're better than you. And far more pretty.
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Piss off. I've seen better crafted chamber pots than you. You're not even that pretty.
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Kharris - At 'er presentation party, several days after she was born. It was a muggy Lordaeron night, fireflies everywhere, most the adults were drunk on honeymeade and dancing. Mum passed 'er to me to hold for a moment. She was wrapped in purple scarves with silver threads sewn in 'em. Bout the size of a small loaf of bread and jet black hair. Her eyes were already opened, big an' blue back then. Quiet as a bug until I held her, then squalled like the angry tides. Mum gave me ears a smack for making 'er cry.
Ixinane - At Hammerfall in Arathi Highlands. I'd just stepped out of the Inn and was walking to the post box. There was this incredibly breathtaking lass there, shuffling through her post. She was tall and thin, young, with perfect smooth skin and shapely lips. Her robes hung on her like they worshiped 'er every curve. Her hair was white and framed 'er face just perfect. She smelled like Maiden's Anguish, and I couldn't take me eyes off her. Soon as our eyes met, it was electricity.
Mum - It's hazy, but I've got a dull memory of being no higher than 'er knee. We were walking through camp and I was trying to 'elp her push a wheelbarrow full of some sort of root veg, but I couldn't reach the handles, so I was mostly trodding on 'er skirts and getting told off.
Ythgar Vinguld - At his club in Dalaran. I'd heard quite a bit about 'im already and rather hated him for replacing me in Kharris' heart. First time I saw him was across the second floor, sitting in a dark booth surrounded by mostly naked androgynous looking Elves pawing at him. He was trussed up like a bloody harvest turkey and quite enjoying the attention for someone who claims to hate my kind. He struck me as an egotistical, lazy, hypocritical pervert. I wasn't wrong.
Pukebile Blackmarrow - After a rather raucous night at an old popular alchemy shop called Phials. He pulled me aside and asked me to take a walk with 'im, which ended up being a job offer. He had incredible presence for such a small bloke. Very calm and gentlemanly, commanded respect with no need to mention it besides 'is demeanor. Well dressed, well spoken, golden, intelligent an' wicked eyes. He also smelled of Maiden's Anguish and a bit like cedar. His voice really captured me and held me attention. He had a very "fatherly" feel to 'im from the moment we met. -
... No. I don't. But I wan't very badly to be the sort of bloke who could be.
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I'm still a virgin. I'm holding out for Sylvanas. Fingers crossed!
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Evening - though middle of the night is a more appropriate answer. I prefer hours between midnight and dawn.
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A goblin photograph taken at Winterspring Ice Sculpture festival a few years back. I... should really chuck it, but I don't want to, either.
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Aye, very. I'm not exactly minding shop at the local fruit stand, aye? Every day brings new adventures an' dangers. But then again thats a bit myopic as well, innit? Who's to say the fruit vendor in the 'eart of scourge infested territory doesn't have just as much to worry about as me. We're all quite fortunate to keep livin' everyday that we press on, with the state of the world as it is.
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As long as I can survive. Should I consider this a threat?
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Bring it.
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Clearly me. Who are you kidding?
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