I was reborn to the Horde. (First as a Draenei…Then told to reroll as Horde. So I made an Undead, then a Troll, then a Tauren (who I kinda liked), but sorry, I still ended as a Blood Elf. /sorry)
They could spit on me. They could throw bananas. They could throw apples. They could cower in fear at my presence in Orgrimmar. But nothing they could do could prepare me for the worst of all things while entering into the city.
The horrible words.
I was not prepared for it. I was in shock.
It could be none other then…
*FYI: Death Knight: A Remedial Lesson*