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Post by Groax on Apr 28, 2013 20:58:53 GMT 1
It was just a short stop, down the memory lane. Of course he knew that the world had moved on around him and he had done so as well...though perhaps not completely just yet. Something still got him to visit over here...perhaps for the last time." May the winds always be at your back...where ever you might be."  
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Post by Groax on Apr 29, 2013 15:03:25 GMT 1
(Something that occured before the events descriped above.)
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"All my gold! That was ALL-OF-MY-GOLD! Whos' gonna pay it back to me? You? Or you? OR MAYBE YOU?!" the final statement was directed to the goblin the orc was helding up with both of his hands, look of rage on his face. The goblin was barely able to open up his mouth, as a pair of green hands grabbed the crazed orc from behind, pulling him away. Sounds of beating and agony were heard, as the goblin straightened his clothes, sighing at the spit drops that had stained his shirt. "Let me tell you...the hazards of working in this line of work.." Zobke mumbled, as he adjusted his sunglasses. The black furred tauren sitting on the other side of the counter snorted. "I'm quite confident in telling you, that I've experienced worst things in my past..." "Oh, have you now, tough guy? Impress me then!" the goblin replied, looking at the tauren. "
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"Well, I guess that some parts of that were *a bit rough*...but you still have to admit, that this type of business might get dangerous as well!" Zobke said, now spitting into a glass, before wiping it with a towel. "So tell me...Groax, was it? How'd you end up on your current path? As one of them...what you call 'em...Sun Dancers?" "Sunwalkers." Groax corrected. "A combination of many things...my drinking is high on that list." Zobke nodded, before grinning. "So that's why you've been avoiding my offers so far...was already beginning to worry that you had heard some nasty rumours! False rumours, of course...anyway! If you ever feel like moving up a notch from your glass of water, I can get you some water from our slums. Now that stuff has some kick in it!" he cackled, continuing to clean that same glass. "I'll keep that in mind. But no, there's nothing wrong with your selection, I'm sure. In fact, I'd probably spend a fortune by testing it out. But it has lead to enough bad things in my life, that I have buried it for good. Unless there'll be a really special occasion, I suppose..." Groax said, voice lowering, as he then emptied his glass. "Special occasion, you say? I'll be your man then! Might even grant you a discount for arranging some party!" Zobke said, stopping his duties for a moment. "No promises yet, but...we'll see." Groax answered, smiling slightly. "But I should get going now, I still got some training to do, before the sun comes down." He added still, before getting up, nodding at Zobke.
Outside, Groax inhaled deeply, stretching himself. Taverns still provided him some of that cozy atmosphere he had always enjoyed. Still, it would've been better with his tribesmen. He sighed, as he then walked over to his kodo. His tribe...The Mistrunners...he wondered where they were at this very moment. In a cozy tavern as well, somewhere in the mighty forests of Grizzly Hills, also thinking about their tribe? Or exploring Pandaria, not having a care in the world? Suppose he could only try and guess...but whatever it would be, he hoped that they were enjoying their life. As Groax climbed on his kodo, he thought that this time around, he could train somewhere familiar. To refresh his mind...even if it could bring out both good and bad memories. He figured it would still be worth the risk.
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