We were different factions, I was Alliance, you were Horde.
But in Arathi Highlands a friendship would be forged.
I was farming elementals, that’s when you came along.
I waved at you, you waved back, and I knew where I belonged.
Together we sat, on a rocky outcrop.
You turned into a wolf, and I gave you a pat.
Our languages were different, but our actions spoke aloud
You pointed at a mob, and I knew without a sound.
So I took down the creature, and then secured it’s loot.
And I then pointed out, another mob that you could shoot.
We did this dance a while, but as all good things must go,
We once again parted ways, but I’ll remember you so.
So tread on, kind Raul. Shaman of the Horde.
I’ll return to you someday, my fuzzy little Lord.
(Written after a real interaction on Benediction with a friendly Horde Shaman named Raul.)