Clementure's Quest Journal (Level 28 Warlock)

World of Warcraft, Terenas Server, The Wetlands

It may seem strange for a gnome warlock to make his home in the elven lands of Ashenvale. Ah, but this gnome warlock loves the tall trees and the clear blue waters of this land so foreign to my kind. Thus came I to have taken up residence in the backward town (and every town is backward, when compared to the fallen glories of Gnomeregan!) of Astranaar when my long-time friend and ally, Gobstomper the dwarf, contacted me by the post.

Written with fingers the size of sausages, Gobstomper's poor scrawl was, as always, hard to decipher. But we gnomes are nothing if not persistent, and I also knew that my friend Gobstomper would never take up the onerous chore of writing had not his need been great.

I shall not relate the entire contents of his letter here. Most civilized beings will have little interest, indeed may be downright repulsed, to read of Gobstomper's beard-pulling adventures with any lady dwarf too slow to escape his amorous clutches.

Sufficient for your information, dear reader, is that the note related that Gobstomper had chanced upon an adventure with the promise of great wealth to be acquired, and an opportunity for this gnome to exercise his magic powers on something besides the occasional Horde beat-down-of-the-week.

So, heeding my ally's call, I employed griffin and boat to make my way to Menthil Harbor, where my friend awaited, deep into his mugs as I joined him. Since we gnomes are a race of small (yet heroic!) stature, this dwarf friend of mine always seems gigantic when I first see him again.

With a ferocious belch that blew out every candle in the inn, Gobstomper greeted me warmly, and we set off on our adventure. A small group of recruited adventurers awaited us at a certain rendezvous point as we made our way out of Menthil and into the ever-so-dangerous Wetlands.

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