Ailabeth then made a beeline to the House of Transmog to put on some clothes. All that sand in Orgrimmar is hell on exposed joints.
Or maybe the Scarlet Judge didn’t jump the gun, because I had a party today where I zoned in to INSTADEATH. I didn’t even get a “hey there” out.
Actually, everybody was dead. It seemed Dungeon Finder saw fit to put me in a party that seriously failed to achieve “Jenkins.”
Ailabeth already sold her soul to Mechalis for transmog money. She didn’t get as much as she thought she would, though – apparently, going Shadow means your soul is a little bit suspect once it gets to the soul shares market. It’s like that car from a low-lying, hurricane-prone coastline area in Florida that has no water damage – it’s in great condition!
Some day, he’ll find his one true love. She won’t be alive either, but at least she’ll be upright when he delivers the punch line.
Did I mention I like floating? I’m going to float some more.
Yeah, she’s got issues, but Fel Reavers aren’t one of them. No, as always, her problems are more mundane and far less mechanical.