Tales from the Tavern, great stories of the World of Warcraft.
Well, there I was. Level 12 Troll Shaman. I had the worst armor possible, so I asked a nice maiden if she could spare some armor or some coins. She responded "ya lol." So she gave me some greatly enchanted armors, I was deeply grateful, but she wanted not a thing in return. So I am now a wandering Shaman with a nice mace and level 60+ enchantments that kick ass.
-Zin'lei, the Shaman.
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