You know, I heard folks talking ’bout this black scales dragonflight thing. Sounds like a big ol’ mess if you ask me. Back in my day, we didn’t have no fancy dragons flyin’ around with all these colors. Dragons was dragons, and they was mostly trouble.
Now, these young’uns, they go on and on about these… these “dragonflights”. Say there’s five of ’em. Red, green, some kinda bronze color, blue, and then these black ones. Five dragonflights, can you believe it? We just had plain ol’ dragons, scary enough as they were. No need to separate them by color.
They say long time ago, there were all kinds of dragons, every color you can think of. They say they came from some kinda… elementals, whatever those are. Sounds like somethin’ you’d read in one of them fancy books, not real life. These elementals, they didn’t get caught when Azeroth, that’s the world, got all organized. And there were lots of these dragons, more than you can shake a stick at.
And people actually want to buy these dragonflight things! I don’t know, I guess some folks have more money than sense. Spendin’ their hard-earned coin on somethin’ like that. It’s all a mystery to me.
Then they talk ’bout these skills, like “Hover” and “Obsidian Scales” and “Landslide”. What in tarnation are those? Sounds like a whole lotta gibberish. Back in my day, we just ran from dragons. No fancy names for it, just plain ol’ runnin’ for your life.
- Hover – sounds like flyin’ I guess.
- Obsidian Scales – must be them black scales dragonflight ones, I reckon.
- Landslide – maybe they cause the ground to shake?
Now, if you’re crazy enough to want these black scales, they say the best place to find ’em is some place called Twilight Highlands. Sounds dark and spooky if you ask me. There’s a place there called Obsidian Forest, full of all kinds of dragon-like things, they say. Dragonkins, they call ’em.
They say these dragonkin things are easy to kill. About a 30% chance, whatever that means. But why would you want to kill them? Just to get those black scales? Seems like a lot of trouble for somethin’ so useless.
These dragonkins, they are all around the Obsidian Forest. Folks say that this is the place to be if you want them scales.
Back in my day, we didn’t go lookin’ for trouble. We tried to avoid it. These young’uns, they go lookin’ for dragons, can you believe it? Times sure have changed. And not for the better, I’d say.
I remember one time, old man Johnson, he saw a dragon. Big one, it was. Scared the daylights out of him. He ran so fast, he lost his hat and one of his shoes. Never went back to that part of the woods again. That’s what you do when you see a dragon. You run!
But these folks today, they go lookin’ for ’em. Want to get their black scales and use their Hovers and Landslides. It’s all beyond me. I just don’t understand it.
I reckon some folks like danger. Maybe they think it’s excitin’. Me, I prefer a quiet life. No dragons, no fancy skills, just peace and quiet. That’s the good life, if you ask me. No need for these black scales dragonflight shenanigans.
And another thing. They have all these names for things. Why make it so complicated? Dragon. Scales. That’s all you need to say. It’s just all so confusing with these dragonflights and stuff.
Anyways, I best be going. I got chores to do. Ain’t nobody gonna feed them chickens but me. And I sure ain’t gonna go lookin’ for no dragons. You young’uns can have your black scales dragonflight and your fancy words. I’ll stick to what I know. Just hope none of them dragons come flyin’ around here. That’s all we need.
