Man those dailies can take time.
The lovely Droonda and Msaker did their Skettis bombing run. Then (Msaker via Nether Ray, and Droonda via public transportation) headed to Ogr’la for the Simon game. However, joy, Msaker put his stack of 100 Apexis shards in the bank because his bags are always full. (Protection gear set, DPS set, Arcane Resist set, stuff, etc.). And, wouldn’t you know it, there was a drought on Apexis Shard drops. It was bad enough I was tempted to fly back to Shattrath to withdraw them from the account. However a flayer kindly gave up a shard along with his ghost.
So, the Outlands dailys we’ve got are done.
On to the Beer Fest. First we did the Keg Delivery, then we Barked the Fest in Orgrimmar. 130 tickets so far. I’m thinking a hat and the lederhosen. Or, if the fest goes long enough, a Racing Ram would really be nice.
Exilarch knocked out a few more quests in Dun Morogh and attended the Fest himself. He raced Rams and delivered some kegs, and delivered more kegs. He travelled to the major cities, gathered flight points, and got drunk and killed pink Elekks. Dinging Level 10 (Woohoo!) he stopped at the Warrior Trainer in Ironforge and got the class quest to kill some Troll near Frostmane Hold.* Then he retired for the night back in Kharanos.
*Odd thing, Exilarch, a Draenei, getting his class quest from another race. I remember some other classes forced you to return to your racial starting area to take the quest. Perfect example was the Hunter quest. I had a Night Elf hunter in Kharanos. At 10 he was forced to return to Teldrassil to get and complete the class quest. Has that changed or is it different for different classes?
Oh, yeah. Exilarch picked up a Wolpertinger of his own, and a green felt hat. You’ll find him in the inn, drinking another beer. Ein prosit, ein prosit der gemuetlichkeit. Eins, zwei, drei g’suffa!
Reminds me the year some friends and I went to Oktoberfest in Munich. It was just the four of us. We wound up on a table with some Aussies. One them wound up turning green, getting on the table, and was eating his dirty flip-flop. This was in the big Hofbrau tent and the place was packed. We’re talking a sea of people, thousands. We were lucky to get a table inside. Anyway, this is kind of a massive sing along fest too. And one of my favorite “life moments” was getting this crowd to take up and finish a rousing round of “Olay, olay olay olay.” You usually hear that at soccor games, and I have no idea what it means. But they do it, and this time I started it at my table, and soon thousands had joined in. Very cool.
Margarete Mede, anthropoligist, once said “As the traveler who has once been from home is wiser than he who has never left his own doorstep, so a knowledge of one other culture should sharpen our ability to scrutinize more steadily, to appreciate more lovingly, our own.”
I guess. (Noch ein Bier, bitte!)