Me and Hammon was wonderin’ when you was going to be showing up again? Our Ma said she thought she saw you a few days ago but you was running like someone had set your butt on fire or somthin.
Ach, Laddie, we’re missing the good times we had when you’d visit and all the women at me brother’s bar are wondering when ya been. I’ll be sending this letter to the office in Stormwind, since I know you’re probably not living in Dalaran these days.
That Draeni woman that’s running things in Stormwind, Magdamnit or whatever the heck her name is says you’re all off fighting the war. Yeah, we seen them Panderian with their high and mighty brews, however, they sure can’t drink a good dwarven stout wit’ou falling down.
Yeah, that Draeni is living the high life of being the boss these days when me and Hammon bring our hides in. She makes us wipe our feet at the door to the warehouse – now , how bloody stupid is that? Aye, we liked Romey even if she was one them educated spacegoats, she didn’t take on any airs, ya know. Besides, she was good for a flirt now and again – this one acts like her tail gets caught under her hooves and she gets damned cranky.
If you don’t have time to stop by, at least drop us a line, we miss you and the girls miss you even more than we do. Sure, you know, it’s okay if you puked in the fountain the last time you was here. I’m sure no one will be rememberin’ that happening. Besides, we need your help with some gnomes that need puntin’ outta the bar now and again.
I hope you’re being careful with those fury girls up in Panderia. I hear tell they can really put the hurt on you big fellas. They do like a cuddle now and again with a dwarf though, gotta be those beautiful beards we have.
Well, Hammon and Rye says to tell ya hello and to come back soon.
c/o Bitterbeer Brewery