Small World, but I’d Hate to Paint it.
This being Bizarro Outland, Draenor is replete with familiar faces. You just never know who you might run into.
Today I ran across the former warchief of the Horde, just hanging, as former warchiefs are wont to do. He let me take this sweet selfie.
I found this evil looking axe laying nearby. Asked him if it was his, he didn’t say it was.
Left it, though. The stats were all wrong.
Kicking myself, now – I could have DE’d that for some decent pixie dust for Jas. I bet someone came along and grabbed it already. No point in going back for it now.
By the way, don’t let the brochures fool you. Nagrand might look familiar to the old one, but it’s a lot more humid. Pack accordingly.