A night elf warrior gets help from her draenei fri
"No, it's not made of saronite..." the teal-haired night elf warrioress tactfully pronounced." 'En eye 'on't kno' wat ya want, missy." Soft-spoken and ever patient, D'Dea had been trying to get this dwarf weaponsmith to understand her request for a good fifteen minutes. She was increasingly of the impression he already knew he didn't know how to smith the sword she was seeking, and was merely taking some twisted pleasure in wasting her time."A...felsteel longblade..." Carefully, slowly,...