I was running to Goldshire when I was beset by a mangy wolf. Of course I beat it off but immediately afterward I was beset by a young wolf. The mangy wolf had only been protecting its pup. Such a trite setup, I felt bad for a moment, but then I really started looking around. The forest has been stripped of virtually all wildlife. As far as I could see, mangy wolves. It was like some sort of wolf pet shop had exploded, releasing dozens of them into the wild in the same spot. It was difficult to feel bad once I realized just how over hunted that forest was -- the wolves needed to be thinned out more to maintain the health of the forest. Nevertheless, I am sworn to protect the weak so I did still cringe a little bit even the fifth time a mangy wolf and a young wolf attacked me.
Arriving in Goldshire, I was immediately tasked by Smith Argus with heading to Stormwind and returning with a crate of supplies needed supplied for weapon manufacturing. I was manifestly not looking forward to a run there and back of that distance which is probably why he suggested that I take a griffin. A griffin! What is wrong with me that something which flows so easily from the lips of another seemed like such an oddity, a wildly fantastical creature? Indeed, there was a griffin master behind the smithy who set me up on a griffin ride much as a doorman might set me up with a ride in a taxi. The wind through my hair was marvelous and Stormwind certainly rivaled anything that I could have imagined.
Unfortunately, it more than rivaled anything that I could have imagined. I soon found myself lost and it was only after repeated visits to a Champions Hall to ask for directions that I found my way back to the gryphonry. I do not think I shall be visiting very often.
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