My Precious

So, the other day, I says to meself, "Self, is time you learned ta fish as a dwarf. Yeah, I know, is time-consuming and yer still scrambling ta get yer gear caught up to the levels it needs ta be fer where yer runnin'. Howevers, it will eventually pay fer itself, when ya can do the dailies and catch motes of water and all that."

"Yeah, yer right," I says, so I in between AV battles I goes ta Stormwind and talks to the trainer. And I buys a pole and a shiny bauble. And I starts fishing. And I's caught mebbe twenty fish or so. And then I reels in and there ain't no fish on the line. I curses a bit and prepares to cast again, when I sees something small and shiny caught on the hook. I takes a closer look.

The 1 Ring. And it was mine, all mine. My Precious. I could see my destiny before me. I would use its power to unite the factions, and cast down Sargeras and Arthas and all their minions. And I would rule all of Azeroth and Outland in an era of peace and prosperity and the people would all be my peons, motivated to work through gentle application of the booterang. All would love me and despair!

Eh, bugger that. I trotted me stumpy little dwarf legs over to the auction house, and within a few hours got a 115 gp fer it. Not bad for a fer minutes fishing.