It was the calling of the Nature for me to go forth and heal the world. The pained earth was begging for relief. The sorrow Azeroth cringed in anger. The tired Kalimador chose death. All was in sufferance. All was in despair. Where good lives, evil resides.

Treading my way down the Black-Rock Spire with my all Faithful Guild members, we faced numerous attacks. The vengeful orcs and orges tried their very best to halt us in our tracks. They failed. One by one they went down.

The Nature sounded its blessing upon me when I was rewarded with the Wildheart boots and spaulder. Together, I have 6 of the 8 armour set. Bless Nature!

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I walked through the desert Silithus.

I viewed the world with a new perspective. The horizon lay low, as the sand danced lazily to the drowsing tune of the Cursed Creatures.

I breathed in.

The air was dry.