The Cleaning Ladies of Dun Morogh

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I have been spending much time of late in Dun Morogh in the company of a young keyboardista and I can proudly anounce that I have just killed my first Rockjaw Trogg. This creature - more elderly gentleman than menacing orc - waved a piece of bone at me rather ineffectually before I despatched him with a few hearty blows of my hammer (I'm a dwarf paladin just learning the ropes).

Once you have killed your Rockjaw Trogg you can loot his threadbare pockets of a few miserable coins, just as killing a Juvenile Timber Wolf will afford you, post-attack, a ruined pelt and a chipped tooth with which to supplement your clothing and armour against the biting winds of Coldridge Valley.

A twinge of conscience caused me to turn around and observe the subsequent fate of my Trogg's rapidly cooling corpse. Apparently they stay where they have fallen, as do the wolf carcases, for quite a while. Wherever you go in World of Warcraft you will see the landscape littered with corpses of the local residents. You may venture forth to murder a few more innocent denizens of the forest and return to find your expired Trogg still lying there accusingly like an Afghan refugee after a helicopter gunship has visited. And then he disappears, quietly dissolving into the bitstream. How does this happen?

I suggest that amongst the corriders of the software-writers palace in WoW-land there is a small room dedicated to the creation of domestic subroutines. These include the Polish Cleaning Ladies of Moragh, who pop out with mops, buckets and a small cart to remove the debris. I expect they have an economy all of their own in which they take any pelt remnants or trousered coins and hoard them for a monthly girls night out at the Thunderbrew Distillery in Kharanos.

I wonder what other domestic species there may be in the different regions of the World who are not yet noted on the official Wiki? There are bound to be some - officially sanctioned or otherwise. I shall explore the Web and find them for you.

Meanwhile, for those of you not fortunate enough to posess a copy of World of Warcraft and an obliging ten-year-old, you can get something of the feeling of Dun Moragh here I hope it will serve as a video Christmas Card for my loyal regular readers.

Merry Christmas One and All!

Audrey