Now that I’m somewhat settled, I’d like to maintain this lifestyle. Right now I am dipping too far into my meager savings to continue living at this pace. The solution, of course, is to start work again, but I’ve hit a hurdle: It seems that as much as things change, they’ll always remain the same. Dalaran may have opened its doors to us, but some doors stays shut; no one wishes to hire a Troll for anything above outhouse cleaning!

My hatred grows. Not for what I am, but for what I am perceived to be. Savage.

You can never leave the village. No matter how hard you try, it marks you. A scent that wafts into every nostril you will ever bump into.

Fuck it all.