There was once a quiet little tavern in the Park District in Stormwind where a small band of soldiers, sorcerers, scavengers, and scamps would meet to lighten their loads long into the night. I never had a neighborhood bar in the real world like you see on sitcoms, but that cozy little nook nestled far away from any of World of Warcraft's quest-givers, auction houses, flight masters, or class trainers felt like home. Few who frequented it knew my real name, but everybody knew the name of my human paladin, Trathas Valorwind.
That establishment is long gone now. It quite literally fell into the sea when Deathwing desolated the kingdom during 2010's Cataclysm expansion. The couple dozen of us who used to park our avatars by its hearth to swap stories of adventure, and sometimes even confide in each other about our real life problems, drifted away to other haunts. Most, myself included, eventually drifted away from the game altogether. The Lich King's final breaths were the sound of an age ending.
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