What don’t I do when I’m not fighting dragons and demons, that’s more the question, lass! I suppose ye’d say I’m a society girl— when in Ironforge or in me home of Brewnall, well, I’m busy arranging all sorts of societal things— I’m well into me functions, me galas and the like.
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What don’t I do when I’m not fighting dragons and demons, that’s more the question, lass! I suppose ye’d say I’m a society girl— when in Ironforge or in me home of Brewnall, well, I’m busy arranging all sorts of societal things— I’m well into me functions, me galas and the like. I’ve started for example the League for the Advancement of Dwarven Youth (LADY), a philanthropic foundation that promotes the education of young female dwarves in the art of combat, composure in the face of adversity, the holding high of the chin, and public speaking. And let’s see… I’ve a fishing club in the works as we speak… I’m always round the pub rilin’ up as it were, dancin’… Oh! I’m a volunteer with the Deeprun Anti-plague department, I do me regular shift every day clearing the rats out the tram as to protect Ironforge from the plague out northways. And ‘round Ironforge I’m always finding myself part of informal costume parties…
Then there’s me household I’m seeing over. Right here in Brewnall, aye. A right lot they are, all sorts of adopted sons and daughters, as well as me own kin by blood. Each of ‘em I’m promoting in me own way. The house is certainly abustle! Most of the organizing I leave to me astute housekeeper Lumiboes— A sterner managerial lass ye’ve never seen. She gives mama the breathing room to have a drink now and then. I’ve got tailors, enchanters, woodchoppers, cooks, demolitions experts, investment bankers— all under me one roof. There’s even one young human fellow I’ve just taken on, Prebis Mcintyre, all he wants to do is just hold me cloth… every bit of cloth I bring home he, well , he loves it all so much! I catch ‘im just holding and staring at the little patches of runecloth, even talking to the stuff like it were ‘is own child… ha! He’s a bit mad, though a good soul, like!
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a very busy girl, but I do enjoy me odd stroll through the woods. I spend me best time thinkin’ when I’m out with me minin’ pick, riding Old Rammy or just walkin’ beside him like. I’m quite a daydreamer, aye. I whistle while I work, but me mind is elsewhere… I see the world in me head as I’d like it to be, and as I hope it might be. I see bounty in the hands of those whose hands have calloused over from working at their craft for so long, perfectin’ and such. I see dwarves, humans, elves, and gnomes walking together, sharing laughter and friendship. I see conflict, aye, between our kind and the horde, but I see a world in which our battles are fought fair, with honor. A world in which the fightin’ is kind of a recognition, from one side to the other, like. I see new lands to explore and dungeons to delve, and our resolve and strength only increased with each new challenge. And, of course, I dream of catching lots of fish, and of those particular ones that got away. That's me dreamin', aye. Ah, where was I lass… I’ve forgotten what ye’d asked me.
