“Mi’lady, are you busy?” Lord Wolfgaar poked his head in the mead hall as if afraid something was going to be thrown at him. Had Sigren been practicing with knives again? Then again, Gen had been in a foul mood lately. It had improved the last couple of days after she sliced up that guy and fed him to the sharks.
It was amazing how some things always brightened a girl’s mood: shopping for a new hat, feeding idiots to sharks…
“We’ve been invited to kill horde, are you interested?”
…killing horde.
“YES!” She shoved the hit list away in a drawer, locked it, and grabbed her sword. “Where? Never mind. I don’t care. Let’s go.”
They are dark iron dwarves… all that sulfur is quite a stink, even for undeads… Or maybe it means…
H-airy
O-rangutan
B-rains
O-n
R-isotto?
I mean, it sounds delicious, but they’re dwarves… everyone knows they are like earthworms. They just unhinge their jaws and dig dig dig while projectile evacuating through the back door. I doubt their palette is refined enough for risotto. So my best guess is…
H-and
O-ver
B-aine
O-r
R-iot…
This one seems very likely coming from the Alliance.
Yeah, as humiliating as it was for the Zandalari to get their king killed in his own throne room its better than having a queen who was forced to give up the throne to a council chosen by human invaders so they would spare her life.
(Commentary): Unit Exacitor shall now have his engineers get to work on combustible lemons. Should the Horde continue aggression with the Alliance, on behalf of Manatech Industries, I shall endeavor to convince Anduin to send a fruit basket full of these lemons to the Horde as a Gift. With a remote detonator.
