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The Private Journals of Gilliam Gloomspanner

by Fixton on May 08, 2013 at 03:10 PM}
The Private Journals of Gilliam Gloomspanner, Vol. 8, Years 400-

Entry 49

I arrived at Ironforge early this morning. Private inquiries through sources that enjoy their privacy (so they will respect mine) revealed only location he's known to visit regularly. The name indicated it was a gnomish hang out in Ironforge. I arrived in front of the little red door decorated with bronze gears. I opened the door and stepped inside. There seemed to be no one around, so I picked a seat in a dark corner with a good view of the door and waited.

After waiting what seemed like an eternity, a young female gnome stepped out of one of the back rooms. She had pigtails and some rather large glasses on. She apologized for not hearing my entry into the cafe, muttered something about normally by invitation only and handed me a menu, as I was unfamiliar with their cuisine. About that time, a couple more gnomes came into the cafe. One of them had a purple hat on and the other while the other had some sort of purplish semi-facemask thing on. The hostess gave me a little curtsey as she said that she'd be back in a moment and hurried off to greet the other gnomes. From the joyous greeting, I could tell that these two were regulars. At last, a chance to get some information.

While keeping a straight face, I was inwardly gleeful as they were led to a table next to mine. Normally, I'd be upset by this with so many open tables in the cafe...but, I was anxious to possibly over hear their conversation, and maybe interject a couple questions of my own.

I had just ordered my food when I heard the one with the purple hat ask the other how the new recruits were doing. I overheard a quick exclamation about needing a bigger training budget. But, then I heard her say that there was a promising death knight named Fixton.

I jumped out of my seat and ran to the door. I must've looked quite the fool. But, it didn't matter, I had to get out of there. I ran through the door so quickly, that I nearly tripped down the small set of stairs. Instead, I ran into a black robed clad gnome with a dark hood on. In the awkward position I was in, I looked up into the hood and saw two glowing eyes looking back at me.

He removed his hood, and helped me to my feet, apologized for getting in my way then moved around me. I could only stand there in complete shock...the gnome was unmistakable. My son was a death knight!
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Durell
((That was a twist I didn't see coming))

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