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Perri dragged his steed from the deepest darkness, never once thinking about its plight. A quick mount and the Gnome was off towards Loch Modan, the corpses beneath him slowly bleeding into the wasteland dust of the Badlands. Tired but triumphant, Perri could see the greenery of the Loch not more than a miles journey for him. Beating a path that took him away from danger, Perri slowed down to a trot as he approached the valley entrance wanting one last look at the deathly area known rightly so as...

Perri, was watching the Blood Elf rogue from his hidden vantage point. Sitting obscured by a small glade of trees, the Gnome managed to view his quarry with relative ease. The Elf was having little problem with the Dragon Whelps before him, but Perri had learned to wait, patience was his friend. Putting down his mug and taken his final bite from the cheese he had been eating, Perri stood up and laughed*. He had his chance for revenge, and by the gods he was going to take it...

Perri...