As soon as I log in, poor Kornum gets up and puts on an expression of determination, mixed with anger. He turns to face me, his God, Creator, his very soul, and his look is one of accusation. And what stings the most, his accusations are not baseless. It wasn't his fault the rule was broken, nevertheless, it was him that paid the price of oblivion for so long. No, I didn't make him play Oblivion all this time - I'm not that sadistic. But I let him alone in that tavern, crying, for something that wasn't really his fault all this time. Time in which a Night Elf Druid, a Worgen Hunter, a Draenei Shaman and a Human Rogue all went from 1 to 85. But when the Human Paladin and Dwarf Warlock hit 40 and 30 respectively, Kornum have had enough. "Now look here, lad!", he said, waving his sausage finger under my nose. "The tree-hugger, the pup, the space goat and the cutthroat I be willing to let slide, but I'll be thrice damned if yer paying more attention
So as soon as Kornum reappears, Sten is still looking at me funnily. He's still yapping about me giving his posse some first aid. You'd think someone else would have gotten to it by now. Nevertheless, I use his bandages on the wounded soldiers which rejoin the fight, all the while completely ignoring the troggs fighting other dwarves. Hey I got my orders, alright? But this bunny is following me...hmm...why is that bunny rabbit jumping around close to me? I have a Monty Python flashback and Crusader Strike the hell out of it. So much for the fabled beast. I report back to Sten with the satisfaction of a job well (albeit late) done, carefully not reporting about slaying the fabled beast, being humble and shit. Joren wants to talk to me now. What do you want? I'm with Sten now. You had your chance and you blew it. Oh, you want me to go talk to some girl in the inn? Ok, sure. Whatever gets me away from you, you lousy person. I walk up the path to Anvilmar. Oh, cozy place they