A Day with the King

In the lands of Azeroth it is no secret that I am awesome. I have killed millions upon millions of creepy crawlies, undead, squirels and those bible thumpin Scarlet a-holes. Word of my deeds has made it all the way to Dwarf King Bronzebeard himself and today I was invited for lunch and to hang with the man himself.

Now he being a dwarf and all, I was looking forward to some dancing, eating, and LOTS of drinking... all I can say is BORING! If it wouldn't hurt my status with the faction I totally would have doomed his arse. Either he just stood there and looked blankly into the Great Forge or just mumbled "Keep yer feet on the ground" with a super gay lisp. He did let me sit on his thrown, although it wasn't very comfortable and it smelled like dried up murlock feet.