By Burlock

On a visit to the Thunderbrew Distillery I happened upon a stout looking dwarf who had this tale to tell:

"You're looking for a tale, eh laddie?" He waved his mug around, beer slopping onto the table. "I can give ya tales that'll put hair on yer chest jus' lisnin to. Ya know I've defeated just about every ruddy murloc on this planet, and more besides. But adventures are easily told, lad, and far too easily heard. No, I have a better story for you. It is a story of friendships formed. It is...well, you'll see...More drink Belm."
The innkeeper poured another mug of Thunder Ale. The dark liquid was cloudy when he set it down, then began to settle. I could almost see it reflected in the dwarf's eyes, as if his memory was beginning to fall into place in tandem. "I'm Burlok, by the way. A hunter by trade." I had guessed as much. A small puddle of drool had developed at my feet from the dwarf's pet wolf. It looked hungry.
"Well, let me see. It was many moons ago, before you were even born I'll wager. I was in the employ of a Night Elf called Nochtresis in Darkshire, working as a member of The Night Watch. He was the Grand Marshal of all of Azeroth back then. But he wasn't all there, if ya get me laddie? A bit too concerned with his herbs. I never did trust a herbalist. Mind you don't either, ya here? Well, he had some kind o' falling out with his female friend, see, and whaddya know the next thing I see the entire order is falling apart leaving me on me own slap bang in the middle o' Stranglethorn Vale. Now, I was far weaker at the time and just couldn't fight my way outta there alone. So I stayed there for months living with the great explorer Nesingwary. He taught me many things, so he did, but in the end I decided I had to leave him and that land behind. I joined another order but it was no use either.
So one day I found myself in the goblin town of Gadgetzan in far off Tanaris. Horrible place Tanaris. Full of goblins and trolls, mind you never trust no goblins. They care only about money and would slit yer throat as soon as look at ye. Believe me, I know. So, where was I?" The dwarf's story didn't seem to have a point, other than perhaps to warn me off talking to anyone or going anywhere...
"Ah yes, I was in Gadgetzan. It was Christmas, you see. And I was all on my own drinking some god awful excuse for ale they have out there. Never drink goblin beer. It's not fit for consumption. Stick to the good stuff here. So, I got talking to this girl at the bar, right, ah now, it's not what you think at all! I mean, she was human. No offence. But is there anything more unattractive than that? Didn't think so. So, she was pretty gone at this stage, I think she'd used all her one liners. Even the one about wearing the same clothes as her friends. So I was understandably looking for an exit. But then she said something that sparked my interest. They'd been having a guild meeting, she said. A discussion about direction.
Now, what was this? A guild that talked to each other? And seemed to be friendly and meet up to do things? Sounds good to me. So I got out me charm and charmed this Sabriel character into inviting me into that guild. And, ya know what lad? It turned out good, so it did. There's some great people there. Túatha Dé Danann, it's called now. Led by this one girl, Nadiastorm she's called. Not the worst human, I've ever encountered if I'm honest with ya. And I didn't think there were many decent ones. But, that's not all. Get this," he lowered his eyes and leant towards me, then bellowed as normal, apparently too drunk to control such trivialities as the volume of his voice "there's actually a couple of decent gnomes there too. I know, it's cracked. Completely. They're probably dwarves in disguise. But there ya are."