LATEST FROM THE ROADNov 4

Doors open. Just got into town. Nothing's exploded yet. Give it a week.

Ironforge. Day one. Already asked three people where they're from.

Eyebrows: 11 Pints: 3 Ironforge
0Drinks
0Times smashed
0People met
0Dances
0Things blown up
0Deaths

Counted by the game itself. Nothing on the record yet.

My most irrational fear

A quiet room.

Close-up of Dagnar grinning, eyes glowing
Two truths and a lie

I've lost my eyebrows eleven times. I negotiate better drunk. It's a brewery.

I'll fall for you if

You ask where I'm from and don't need the long version. Yet.

A small fire elemental dancing on a tavern table Not a pet. A coworker. Doesn't do mornings either.
The way to win me over is

Hand me the wrench anyway.

Two goblins laughing over drinks at the next table His kind of crowd
Dating me is like

A loud room and a long road. You pick the order.