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Talked to some random guy named Reid during my wandering in Stormwind's park. Shared my spider kabob with him. Nice enough fellow. Most of the humans in this part of town seem pretty laid back, which surprises me. I guess I have spent too long in Northrend to expect hostility at every turn.

Annoying, though, at least a little bit. He kept trying to convince me I could get a new tongue, just like that, and have a tailor or something sew it on. Even suggested ravaging a fresh corpse and tossing in magic, like I'm some pot full of potion brewing and need more ingredients.

Idiot. Lived long enough. Does he not think I /tried/ everything?

And lack of a tongue is the least of my worries these days...

Still. It would have been nice to talk like a normal person instead of writing everything down or attempting charades that no one gets.

Highlight of my evening so far has been sticking a scorpid down some uptight twat of a kal'dorei's cleavage.

Have not laughed like that in ages. Felt good to do something a little silly for a change. Doubt Astarin would have approved of such frivolity though.