Four. Teen. Fuhggin. Months.

Yeah, it's been that long since I saved Medivh's scrawny arse out in the swamps and he gave me the key ta this here fixer-upper known as Kara. And tonight, I finallies is gettin' ta use it. Now, I's been buncha times in me dworc disguise, but this were the first time I's goin' as me self. Out in front, tankin' the glubbernuggers. Along withs I had Zinzi what gives good resurrection (the only other Purginista what'd really done the place), Mr. Hoof (who'd done gone once), and Bashabil the little tankadin, Throttle the formaldehyde junkie, Rim what used ta have fireballs set ta "deep fat fry" but he re-specced, and Mog and Ix the DK twins, none of who'd ever been. I even hadda give'em directions ta Deadwind Pass.

We did us a proper job on Attumen and Moroes. The Maiden, now she and I gots a bit of a history together after hours, but tonight we kept things on a professional basis. She put up a heckuva fight, but in the end it were her pretty fanny on the ground. And yeah, me conscience were clear.

We decided fer ta gets all dressed up fer the opera. Yarrrr. It were Oz that night. Much to me and Zinzi's surprise, we took care of Dorothee and her little friends without a single one of us taking a dirt nap, let alone a wipe. Yay us.

We lost Rim the mage before we got ta Curator. He hadda go home and eat some babies or somethin'. That left us with just three dps types, all melee, and they had troubles gettin rid of them pesky Flares. After a coupla wipes, we ended up calling it.

Were a most enjoyable evening, and everyones said they enjoyed the break from Northrend. We may come backs some time, or mebbes another diversion. I hear Onyxia's still out there somewheres, and Don Carlos still has me hat, the bugger.