Every good story begins with two people meeting.
In this case, a dashing hero down on his luck, just trying to make ends meet...
And a beautiful mostly-naked girl, willing to make his dreams come true...
But like most beautiful, powerful, almost-nude women who offer strange men the money to cure their woes, there was something fishy about Sanaria. She seemed a little too persistent about getting our hero out of the city.
I thought to myself "Why would she store her gold outside Orgrimmar with the bank right here?"
So I followed the pair, ducking behind bushes and edging around walls. My infallible instincts told me something was up.
She led him to the middle of nowhere....
And all of a sudden, WHAM! She pyroblasts him! And he's left fighting a vicious scorpion, alone and terrified, thinking of his wife, fourteen mistresses, and thirty-two children. Who on Azeroth will feed them when he's gone?
He falls, and she stands laughing over his corpse.
I am witness ... to MURDER.
The moral of the story, poor readers? Never trust a beautiful nude woman when she promises free riches. It can only end in tragedy.
None of this was staged.