My early years were quite peaceful in Howling Mountains.
I was learning who and what I was and what I want and can do, exploring myself. I had not found my dad yet, I was all alone in the night.
All I did was slay Young Bears. All night long. They were my only friends. Not for long though. I kissed them quickly with my axe and they gave their hands, one after another.
I leveled from level 1 to level 12 with them. Made myself a millionaire in the process. That was nice. Being 12 and a millionaire. And nothing to do with the gold. How I did it?
I sold all bear paws in the auction house. Never heard of it? It's a great thing.
You put junk in and get a million out, marvellous!
I also put those nice blue jeans with a yellow stat on them. They vanished on fast pace and I got myself lots of gold. Lovely.
Should I be selling everything? Or just let my hands do their magic dance? I had an urge to do something but I was unaware what. Or how.
Then I heard about questing. I will talk about it after a while.
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