Dear Sons of Hodir,
By the time you read this, I will be gone. I'm sorry for doing this, but I think it's time we started seeing other people. I know this will come as a bit of a shock for you, especially with you opening up all your best sale items to me this morning, but I just can't polish that damned helm for you anymore. Please don't take it too hard - it's me, not you. I think I've grown so much as a warlock in the last few months, and you guys, well... you just kind of stand around in the Storm Peaks all day. You never take me anywhere. Thanks for the Glacial Bag pattern, and the nice shoulder enchantment. I will be by later to pick up my Grand Ice Mammoth. Please don't take this badly - I'm sure you'll find someone else to bring you scrap metal and blow your horn.
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