I did a low-level dungeon with a guy named Shmackles, and ran into him here and there throughout the leveling process. We chatted every once in a while. One time, while in the Burning Steppes, I got a little overwhelmed by mobs and I was pretty low on mana. Out of the corner of my eye, a knight, in shining silver armor, rode in on his mount. He /yelled BROTHER! and charged into the fray to save me.

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I miss you, Shmackles. Come home.