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The Search for Squire, Part 1

I searched for days. Well, just over 12 hours. I couldn’t find the little bastard anywhere. Squire was missing.

My journey took me to Gadgetzan, recently an oceanfront property thanks to Deathwings’ manifestation and general unpleasantness. While I couldn’t locate my faithful companion, I did happen upon some friendly goblins who traded coin for information. One suggested I check the local ruins, Zul’Farrak, and the other suggested they’d seen him heading south towards Uldum.

Taking their suggestion, I headed West. Near the edge of Tanaris, nestled into the mountains along the bowl-shaped hole we call Un’Goro crater lay Zul’Farrak. It’s dry, it’s unpleasant and most importantly, it’s full of insane troll cultists all paying continuued homage to ancient deities.

They were no help.

I happened upon a fellow elf. A warlock calling herself Simonna. She graciously accompanied me through the ruins as I turned over various stones and unearthed several graves. She was most helpful in keeping me company and spent much of the time checking each corpse for clues.

In the end, her bag was full of ‘not clues’ and practically bulging with uselessness. It didn’t matter, I was there for one thing only and he wasn’t present.

Having sated my curiosity, we rode South on a rocket of goblin design. Our keen eyes scanned the horizon and sandy dunes for sign of my loyal assistant, Squire, to no avail.

At her request, I dropped her off near an encampment of pirates she suggested might know more.

They weren’t any help either.

And once again she checked the bodies for clues as I sated my frustration. And again, her bag seemed bulging at the seams with ‘not clues’.

I bid her good day and departed on my finely woven carpet, heading West. A nearby encampment of goblins failed to provide direction yet escaped my annoyance with finely crafted Cherry Grog. I thanked them, bought some grog and headed North.