'ERE LONG I HAVE WANDERED, MY MIND FADING INTO BLACKNESS AMONG THE RAMPARTS OF ICECROWN. THE LIVES I HAVE TAKEN, INNUMERABLE.
Apologies, after a long sabbatical I have reconstituted myself through means I cannot mention here, my voice has displayed some difficulty catching up with the rigors of social interaction.
I have recently been tasked by the Ebon Blade with hunting an unknown element within the city of Stormwind. I have been encouraged to blend in with the local Stormwindians as much as possible. This has proven quite a pickle.
Local residents have since informed me that I am “too rigid” and need to “hang loose fam.” I am told that this is more than simple body language.
For the sake of my assignment I hereby request the aid of local Stormwindian Street Residents for lessons in being “spicy.”
All street people, guilds and ne’erdowells familiar with the city inquire within.