Dear Wailing Caverns,
Really?
I mean, does every one of your paths and tunnels have to loop around, only to find myself where I just was?
I’ve been wandering your damp grottos for close to three months! (84 and one-half days) I went through my supply of Chicken-Fried Croc Steak Fingers in the first week and could go for something more satisfying than the occasional mushroom. (quite-to-moderately hungry) Somewhere, there’s a large tankard of Hair of the Hare with my name on it.
Loved your Giant Murloc!
R. Pebblebottom
P.S. Sorry about the mess in the Pit of Fangs.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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