*A neat, if slightly burnt letter arrives in the mouth of a dog...well, atleast it looks like a dog*
Dear guildmaster/mistress of the rhyme.
My name is Zho greywind, a shaman of a bored nature and a draenei with a sweet tooth.
Okay i lied, its more like sweet teeth but if i keep baking cookies and keep rolling out the flares, im happy.
Keeping things basic, im a shaman who tries to look fearless, but have a soft spot for things that look young, usualy with me hugging it to death, but thats only if i get drunk...though that might happen a lot in inn.
To say im perfect is a terrilble lie: Unlike most draenei, im not that slim...okay, im down right plump, but i just can't say no to sweets and since the kind gnome, mr pepple is providing...i don't see my clothes getting any looser.
On a more serious note, im not as 'cuddly' as most think, well when i have a mace in both hands im not.
Fighting is one of jobs in life, the thrill of battle is wonderful but i know too well what can be lost in that whirlwind of destruction, like two of the most important things in my life.
So now, i'd say im heading to retirement, despite not being that old.....though neither am i that young.
And all i want now is a moderately peaceful exsistance, though any brawls may stirr my old ways so....just watch it.
Your faithfully, zho greywind.
P.s, sorry about the burn marks, seems fire elementals like to look over my shoulder..and scorch it.
*The dog seems to wait a little while before running off into the street*