Ding!

Hello Gentle Readers!

I did it! I made it to my 70th season before FedEx delivered my ticket to Northrend. Go me!

Okay, I know it's not as big a deal as it used to be, and in a few hours I'm going to be back to leveling, but for now I'm just going to bask a bit. I went shopping for a new chestpiece and leggings - nice, solid, no-unnecessarily-exposed skin armor. Plus, I got to put on the shoulders and gloves I earned fighting the Scourge Invasion. Well, actually, that sweet-smelling dwarf and his poo-flinging pet got me halfway there. Thanks guys! Just 'cause you and Ratters are duking it out over who's more "sexified" doesn't mean I don't still love you. The tabard, though? Got that all on my own. 

And best of all? Ratters gave me the mats to get some frickin' epic bracers. (Love you too, Ratters!) I feel like a real Soldier of the Light in all this, I tell you, not some vagabond wearing random Arakkoa and Broken cast-offs.

Well, okay, the polearm is more of a hunter's weapon. But still.