"I used to hate it. But it was my only ticket out of being a guild rat. Lower than scum in the Warrens, the slums of Cenaria. Being a wetboy was my only way out." [i] He talks, crossing his arms as he looked over the landscape of Cenaria.[/i] "Now.. it's a part of me. I don't like it, but it's a part of me. For the last twelve years that's all I've known is learning what herbs killed, how to slice someone's throat so they're blood doesn't spray on you.." [i] He stopped, looking at her.[/i] "There's so much blood on my hands at this point, there's no concept of redemption."