Turned in a big honkin' pile of Sunfury Signets with Magistrex Fyalenn in Shattrath last night. She took them and then stepped back a ways before counting them. I dunno what she thought I was gonna do - contaminate her airspace or start swinging my axe around or slip her the tongue or what. But no, I just stood there all patient like while she counted them out, checking her books, added it all up. Finally she glares up at me.
"You're one short! You have just wasted my time! Shorel'aran! Selama ashal'anore!"
Fuhggit.
So I dash off a quick note to Boy Friday in Orgrimmar - "Buy me one more bloody signet and get it to me quick."
He's well trained. Within minutes I've got another signet, courtesy of the newly improved goblin mail service. Back to the Magistrex I go.
"Fine. You are now a full member in good standing of the Scyers. You
can pick up your tabard from Quartermaster Enuril. Remember the
Sunwell! Bash'a no falor talah!" She looked like she'd rather have her daughter
run off to a free-love commune in Mulgore than to have me in her club,
but I was in nevertheless. For those of you keeping score, this was
Goal and Priority Number the Three. One to go.
Anywho, the fact that I'm holding this purple-glowing piece of slicey-dicey means that I have now achieved Priority Number the Two: getting tight with the space mummies. Well done, me. Also means I'm gonna get a bigger and nicer pile of uncut gems in my monthly payment.
Something like three thousand ogres had to die so that i could get this dagger, but I'm sure they would agree that it was worth it.
Took a break of genociding ogres to do some serious headbanging outside Shattrath City with Level 70 Elite Tauren Chieftain.
