As you can tell, none of those below would have been too pleased to find a gnome aboard.
As we began to depart, I prepared to state the phrase everyone feels required to do when they stand on the end of tha ship like this, but I lost the willpower and made a half-hearted offering.
At last we began our journey...
..and the view certainly wasn't harmful to the eyes.
On approach to the ruins of the once fair city of Lorderon, I wondered to myself what the horde would think of my trespassing upon their vessel...though, truth be told, it's a goblin vessel and I am not unfriendly to them, having been trained and sworn to silence in their ways of engineering.
Upon arrival, I learned that dance IS, apparently, the universal language.
And also that, alliance or horde, my succubus always gets hit on. Here you can see this tauren trying to get my servant to lay with him...
...so I killed him.
My trip ended a little earlier than I had planned as I departed again, as fate stepped in and stuck his foot out as I decided to peer over the edge of the craft to the lands below...and I got far too close a look.
Due to my dark skills, returning to the world of the living was but a trivial matter of seconds, yet the emotional toil of my ruined vacation will stay with me for months to come.
