The last few days have been hectic to say the least. Magpawacar Junior, the latest addition to the family, has decided to develop a taste for yodelling repeatedly throughout the day. My comely good lady wife has informed me that he will grow out of this habit soon, but I remember vividly from Little Miss Magpawacar, that young trolls are reluctant to give up a good thing. Especially if it involves driving their doting parents doolally. Little Miss Magpawacar has requested for her upcoming birthday a new pet, so I dropped by Breanni’s store in Dalaran for some advice. I’m not a huge animal or bird lover and as such my collection of pets is rather small. Breanni, however, was full of helpful tips and was more than delighted, upon hearing of my mission to spread the unknown voices of Azeroth, to tell me a bit more about what her take on life in Dalaran is. She did warn against getting a Mechanical Yeti as a pet though. Too hyper apparently.
It’s been 14 months now since I opened up shop here in Dalaran and for the most part business has been steady. Admittedly some days are better than others but I’m making enough to live on and to indulge myself in my favourite pastime every now and again. I know it’s not very politically correct these days, but I collect fur coats. To hell with all the naysayers and dogooders out there. A girl needs to look good from time to time, as well as keeping warm. With a location so close to the chilly winds of Icecrown, Dalaran can be a nippy place. There’s nothing worse than a chapped thigh, although Mei does advocate moisturising them regularly. Full of good sound advice that girl. Thanks to her, going bareback riding in the Winter is no longer as uncomfortable as it used to be. Mind you she’s been acting a little strange recently. I’ll offer my assistance if she needs it but for now I need to focus on acquiring my new coat.
The latest fashion craze is a knee-length number made from Arctic Fur. I’ve mine stored safely in my closet although I might put it up for sale. It seems every Legolassie, Gimpdk and Ilikecake is wearing one now that the fur in question is as common as a bearded Dwarf. Manure dressed up as fertiliser if you ask me. There’s no thrill in owning something if everyone else has one. What I want is something different, something totally unique. Being totally honest with you, I considering designing my own and crafting it myself. The main problem lies in the materials. They’re not what you would call easy to obtain.
The feral hound Magmadar lies deep within Molten Core and his hide is desirably pure. It can only be the searing temperatures in his natural habitat that keeps his fur so soft and combined with Vael’s scales from Blackwing Lair, the perfect coat would be created. Unfortunately I cannot persuade any brave adventurers to escort me to the Old World to obtain these items. Many have trawled the depths of Blackrock Mountain too many times in their past and the distant gaze in their eyes betrays the horrors they had experienced within. Few travel there in this day and age so I may have to wait. I’m not going anywhere though so if any hardy soul is intending to visit the Core, please let me know. I’ll make it worth your while.
For now I’ll content myself with expanding my business here in Dalaran. A future hope would be to sell rare and exotic pets. Mei does fairly well with her exotic mounts stall outside so I think there could be some mileage in that idea. I will say once and for all now though, I’m not selling insects or arachnids. If it’s got more than four legs then it’s only fit for squishing. Some daft orc same into the store the other day looking to buy a wasp. A wasp of all things! I told him I didn’t, nor ever would, sell those vile creatures and I wasnt going to start now. The fool said I had one in the window. It took all my powers of persuasion to get him out of the shop. Intelligence is not a orc’s strongest feature. He’s now the proud owner of a wasp in a jar though. The easiest four hundred gold I’ve ever made.
I had thought about offering pet insurance although it’s a risky proposition. I’ll need to examine the pros and cons of that market a little more, it is a time of war after all. Mind you, a large premium to protect their Hyacinth Macaw against gnome flu might be just what the avid collector needs. Nasty virus that gnome flu. Starts attacking the ankles and before you know it, you develop neck cramp and then you’re brown bread. Unpleasant indeed.
Hmm, so much to think about. Now, anyone at all planning a vacation to Blackrock Mountain. I hear it’s warm this time of year.
