Spazzle Speaks, In Which Ji Stumbles Upon an Unexpected Snack
So, um, did anybody else hear that?
Maybe it was just my imagination. Weird.
Ji got back from Twilight Highlands today. He’d taken the suggestion I’d brought back from Thrall and had gone out there to visit Muln Earthfury and the Earthen Ring. Unfortunately, it didn’t really lead anywhere. Muln wasn’t able to sense Mokvar through the elements at all, or make contact with Mokvar’s spirit. That last part is probably the closest thing to good news that came out of the trip, since if they were able to reach out to Mokvar’s spirit, that would be proof positive that he is dead. I don’t know how much comfort that is, though, since individual spirits aren’t usually in the habit of showing up on demand. I suppose one of the perks of being dead is getting to decide for yourself when you’re going to clock in. So, I’m not sure how much comfort there is to be taken there. You know Ji, though – always the optimist, so he’s already trying to dig up new leads.
Ji managed to get himself in a little trouble while he was out there, too. On his way back from the Earthen Ring, he flew over the outskirts of Thundermar, where some of the dwarves had some meat hanging outside curing. I don’t know if Ji just happened to glance in the right direction at the right time, or if he has a really great sense of smell, or if he’s got some kind of special radar like a hunter (Track Edible?), but hoo boy, he didn’t waste any time swooping down for lunch. Once he landed, he also spotted a couple huge kegs of Wildhammer ale right there, and that was all she wrote.
Of course, the eating and drinking didn’t go on for very long before the Wildhammer dwarves noticed him. Funny thing, though…at first, the dwarves just figured that Ji was one of the pandaren who’d joined the Alliance, and went over to join him for a drink. Come to think of it, that is kind of weird that mix-ups like that don’t happen more often – I mean, it’s not like the pandaren on either side all go around wearing t-shirts that say “For the Horde” or “Boy It Sure is Neat Being in the Alliance (The Battle Cries Kinda Suck, but I Got to Punch Varian in the Face!)”. Go figure.
Anyway, Ji being the unassuming type, he made the mistake of pointing out to the dwarves how nice it was that they were okay sharing their food and ale with him even though he’s in the Horde. That was right around the point when he found himself being punched repeatedly.
Luckily, some of Warlord Zaela’s Dragonmaw were patrolling around the area, and they were able to bail Ji out and make sure he got home in one piece. He mentioned that they flew him back to Dragonmaw Port on a proto-drake that they must have brought down from Northrend – sounded like they had a bunch of them, actually – but Zaela didn’t seem to want to talk about them. I’m not sure if she was just irritated that her people had to stop whatever else they were doing to come rescue Ji, or if she just wasn’t feeling very talkative. Ji can be a little chatty sometimes. And he does have kind of a habit of putting his foot in his mouth. I swear, if he tried his “I bet you can’t keep the men off you” line with Zaela, he should count his lucky space stations she didn’t take his head off right then and there.
Gotta run. Ji’s coming over for dinner, which means I’ve only got nine hours to get enough stuff put together. Talk to you all soon.