Since growin' up amidst the snow-covered peaks o' Dun Morogh as a wee lad, I've had a liking fer cats. I tamed a snow leopard soon after leaving home, and went in search of a kitty mount.
Sadly, it seemed th' only way t' purchase such a mount directly was t' be a Night Elf. Feh.
As a dwarven hunter, gettin' reputation w' Darnassus t'was nae th' easiest thing. It seemed more logical t' go to Winterspring an' get ma ride there.
Logical, t'was. Easier, nae so much. It took months o' grinding. Slayin' chimerae, bears and frost giants by th' hundreds. An' the firbolgs... Ah, many fell before me bullets and Spot, me snow leopard.
Finally, I neared th' end. All I needed was a firbolg shaman t' complete the quest, an' I ken th' location exactly.
In th' cave o' their high chief, there t'was always a shaman. But, when I arrived, I saw only a night elven hunter, seekin' th' same prize as meself. I ken th' shaman would arrive soon, so I set down t' wait.
As I was partakin' a wee dram from my flask, th' shaman came up th' hill. Alas, th' sneakin' night elf snuff'd him like a candle b'fore I could draw me rifle.
I curs'd 'till th' ice in th' cave turn'd blue, but th' elf laugh'd an' capered about like a boggart. She seem'd t' ken this t' be quite th' jest.
I grumbl'd as I set me traps an' wait'd fer th' next shaman.
I spied him approach, an' drew a bead even as Spot raced t' th' kill. Alas, the elf drew first, an' I was denied my prize.
Thus went th' day.
Finally, th' elven lass became bored with tauntin' me. She were no-where t' be seen when th' last shaman show'd his furry head, an' I nail'd it with me first shot.
I return'd t' th' Wintersaber Trainer in triumph! An' now I ride a cat, with Spot at me side.
Darn, but I hate night elves...
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