I had some leftover quests to finish up before I could leave this Warcrack zone that I’ve grown to hate. I’ve been here so long, I’m on a first-name basis with the graveyard spirit.
Anyhow, I meet up with a couple of e-friends to finish these and we trot over to the target hunting grounds and begin whacking on some elite ogres. These were kill quests — the elite mobs were just under our own levels — so shouldn’t take long and we can finally, blissfully, kick the dust of that town off our boots.
While we’re a-whacking, along comes a lower-level paladin to do his own whacking. He asks in /say which quests we’re working on, and as we were engaged in group conversation at the time, we didn’t respond immediately.
