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A fresh parchment is placed next to what is now an empty node in the middle of Ulduar/nowhere. The parchment is weighed down with a chunk of elementium.

"Dear Ore-Seeking Sister,

I want to apologize for using my pick axe on your head earlier today, mistaking it for ore. Normally a statement like this could be taken as sarcastic, but you can trust that this - coming from a Shu'halo - is most sincere. The older I get, the more I tend to lunge towards things, sometimes without purpose. The eyes - eye rather - doesn't see like it truly used to. I've retired from much in life, however my hot pursuit of things that are shiny are the only things that keep an old bull's mind alive and active. Cracking into to ore...finding shiny objects. I hope you can relate (not being old...you seemed pretty young, but your love for ore seemed equally passionate). Your bowing out to this particular node gave an old bull a smile to his face as well as many losses of tufts of fur that could have resulted in confronting you. I enjoy having my mane, even in my old age. You are a noble warrior, Sister, and I apologize for any misunderstanding between the both of us.

Next time we meet, I'll try not to use my pickaxe on your head accidentally (or on purpose of course). Pardon my eyesight - and my old bullish state of being.

Winds Guide,

Hurgroda Steadwind

Gentyl sighed heavily. What on earth was he thinking? She bent to pick up the ore and *whap* right in the back of the head. Without thought she drew her sword and attacked the old bull as he backed away bowing and saying he was sorry. At least that's what she thought he was saying. She clearly recognized the "NO!" and him shaking his head.

She thought it was that fool orc again who had attacked her repeatedly while hiding behind his blue flag of truce. This bull was different. He clearly didn't want to fight and she really didn't either. She was broke. As broke as she'd been in a long time. Broke to the point she'd have to borrow some money some from that money lender on Seventh Street if she didn't come up with some gold soon. Half her armor wasn't even enchanted. More than half if she thought about the healer's armor sitting in the bank looking shiny if not used.

Then there was the guild account. They'd depleted most of their funds building the new tower. In an effort to recoup, she'd invested heavily on auction speculations. The fel! Who knew volatiles would drop so dramatically?

Ah, well. None of this was the old bull's fault. She pointed to the elementium, bowed and mounted the gryphon who turned around and looked at her with a "you're going to let him live?" look. Clearly, she had taken him in far too many battles. He was developing a bad attitude.

"Good fortune," she whispered to the bull and flew away.

((Thanks. That made my day. I thought the orc had me again and laughed my head off at the "sorrys" and "No".))

((In the seven years I've played, that was the first time I went to mine a node and in doing so attacked a flagged Alliance. I'm surprised it took me that long, but I had a good laugh when it finally happened. Glad we had the brief encounter!))

((lol @ picturing this happening. Oh, Hurg. xD))