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well that and last week i was passing out water for a scholo run and lo ... unto my mage was given 546g ...
we never got into the instance 2 droped and my guild said "get ya arse over and help us in brd" so i tele'd to IF then as i was flying to searing gorge.. i realized... "omfgwtfbbq" which i never talk like that so they whole guild knew at once either i got hacked by a noobular 12 year old or infact something strange and wonderful happened to my toon.
i once again teleported out.. to SW this time then made my way back to searing gorge. and lo the guild met me on my uber fast mount. granted i sent several tells to the 3 peps i gave water to. none was missing gold.. yet how did i get allthat gold..
screw it its a game im not gonna look too deep into it.. lets just say my mage is a bit faster in traveling now. and yeah all i needed was about 350g for my mount hehe but hey.
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