Weren’t a bunch of glubbernubbers, though
One answer to the question, “now what do we do?” is “start working on Loremaster before they blow it up again!” All the zones have been broken down, so it’s so much less painful now.
So, alphabetically, Arathi Highlands is done (farewell, Alterac), and now I’m wandering around the Badlands, which are less badder than they used to be thanks to an angry dragon’s passage.
Met up with three old friends who had a tale to tell about that. Or, rather, three tales. Of interest this time around is Martek’s.
Then again, maybe not. Or maybe Ratters hasn’t gotten around to sharing quite yet. Possibly a friday night drunken singings entry.
Well. At least I got to punch Deathwing in the face. That’s something.