#0 - Aug. 20, 2009, 2:08 p.m.
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Sir Lawrence Bucwild, excavator and archaeologist of sorts, was rushing down the stairs from his house in Stormwind City. Just behind him was his assistant, Brooly Corsto, following in an indigenous manner seen only in those who graduated the T. Roll Institute. “I do say, old chap..”, Bucwild exclaimed as he opened the front door to his house. “… today will be quite the marvelous find!”. Brooly facepalmed as he let out a sigh. “Lawrence..”, he said, “you really need to learn to play your role better!”.

Sir Lawrence Bucwild, the extravagant excavator and archaeologist of sorts, sighed and nodded. “You’re right, of course”. He knew that the cliché appearance of a monocle wearing old geezer did not suit him well. He was, after all, a Night Elf. In reality, Lawrence Bucwild was not an extravagant excavator nor an archaeologist of sorts, but enjoyed putting on that role when returning to the warming bosom of Darnassus. Today, though, they were not headed to Darnassus, but rather to the dangerous wildlife and jungle known as the Stranglethorn Vale.

It was by invitation of High Explorer T. Silverthorn and his assistant Fiblerod that they had planned this journey. Just for once, Bucwild had thought, I will be an actual excavator – not of sorts, but of reality.

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