Lolegolas sighed and gulped the last dregs of his wine cooler with great haste. At his well-manicured feet, three humans lay unconscious. While the skilled and graceful blood elf had managed to avoid slaughtering the three, the Alliance members clearly showed the signs of a solid beating.

As Lolegolas collected his things to leave, a strange object slammed into the humans. It looked like it could be a wooden cutout of the letter “V,” but a dozen whirling gears were firing at random and spinning like crazy. Small arms and gadgets rifled through the humans’ pockets before, finally, the object took off back to the air. It landed with a thud in a thick, black leather glove.

“Oh, god,” Lolegolas sighed. “Of course it’s you.”

“Halt, evil-doer! Miscreant!” the newcomer exclaimed. “Thug! Rogue!”

“Of course. All of Dalaran, and this is exactly where you are,” Lolegolas said. “Throgg, what are you doing?”

“I am not Throgg!” the large orc bellowed. He was wearing head-to-toe black leather and a vast sweeping cape. “I am Bat-Throgg!”

“And what was that thing?” Lolegolas said. He gestured for the passing brewmaiden to bring him another wine cooler. “It took all the loot from the humans.”

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