GonzloTheGoblin

Heroes’ Trek A Warcraft Short Story Tirisfal Glades, Northern Lordaeron “Ugh, I don’t know what’s gonna to kill me first: starvation or all this walking!” groaned Gonzlo. “We’ve only been walking for twenty minutes,” replied Wrovan bluntly, “your foul mood won’t make this trip go any faster.” “My mood is foul?” snapped Gonzlo, “Have you forgotten what YOU are? You’re not exactly as pretty as a Heartblossom, let alone smell like one!” ​Wrovan knew what he meant and took no notice. It’s only natural for others to scorn those who have bec