Even our NPCs are total bitches and fashion snobs.
Just have to hope the poor little “bumpkin” never learns Darnassian.
Even the cat laughs at him. It turns out rather sweetly I thought his robes were “Hand-sewn with love by Modoru’s grandmother” and can be purchased for the princely sum of 50g from Hakmud of Argus. Grandma Modoru obviously is churning them out at great speed and given the price will probably have the last laugh.
Filed under: Random Musing, Scenary
The random musings and occasional whining of a Warcraft playing Harpy, with some lashings of priestly stuff thrown in.
Awww! That’s delightful. Utterly.
On the other hand, one of the starting area blood elf questlines is to *go to a party*. Beat that