You know, that reminds me. Sometimes someone in your cabal pisses you off more than the opposing team. We raid with me, Vortigern, Anith and maybe one more, don't remember. What do I tell our shaman? Forget the withering, the rotting, the plagueing...everythin...just damn the ranger. I am not sure how many times you worded Nunchyk that day but every single time I was ready to just choke "someone" to death. And I knew it, everytime you were with someone, you would save them before yourself. You may or may not escape, but if you were there they almost always would. It must have sent a warm fuzzy feeling all through the grove whenever you were there.