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confessions of a bag, companion, mount… collector. HOLY SMITE, I need therapy. |
After many long hours of undead slayings and spider squashings, Kamiree has reached exalted with argent dawn. The victory finally allowed her a personal glimpse into Naxxramas (long LONG overdue), promptly allowing her to kill mr. bigglesworth. I know, I know. All that work just to kill a freakin’ cat? But that cat is something fierce.
