So, in between my trip to Tanaris, and leaving for Durotar on my next adventure, I stopped in at home for a few days. This turned out to be long enough for my darling mother, who is a saint and who will in no way drive all the ancestors mad when she joins them, to scout my marriage prospects and arrange a blind date with an “adventurous” young Tauren lady that she feels will match my disposition.
Having heard about the primal beauties of Maraudon, she further arranged for us to see the place together. This tragic spasmodiary is the retelling of that day.
Look for the soggy conclusion in the next few days. If you can stand the suspense, you know.Next: Dear Readers! (A note from the editor) »