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Any of you got's a good notion 'ow ta be makin a propah foot balm?

I got dis ... thing ... growin on me foots mons. Dey's not pretty, no way. Ain't none o' me spells be workin neither mons, nor me mixins.

Startin ta get a bit concerned.

T'ankin ya fah ya time den...

Y' might try askin' Llejna. She's Da Doctas' best fungus fixer.

Strolling through Dalaran, munching on some crunchy frogs still fresh from the Faire, Khromie stops to stare at a troll who seems to be freaking out over his own feet.

In spite of the language barrier, Khromie tries to reassure him. She speaks slowly, "Toes! Those are your toes! T-O-E-S! TOOOOEEEEEEEES!"

Khromie takes off one of her boots and peels off a sock to wiggle her own toes at him. "See? TOOOOOEEEEEES! I have them, too!"

*readies his Goblin Greed-Powered(tm) Motoroized Bone Saw*

"Come to Abominusss, yesss..."

*looks at the Troll's feet with a bit of distaste on his face*

Egads man, Those are some seriously ugly feet! Put some boots on or something!

*sighs looking down at Zalmar's feet*

"Too much walking again?"

"You know you can use a mount from time to time"

((Ha, this is too funny. Poor Zalmar. Can't wait to see where this goes. Khromie, good job.))