We've spent so much of our raid time snuggled up in nice comfy instances, chatting with the various bosses and "equally interesting yet non-epic-dropping non-boss" designated denizens, that one might have confronted us with being somewhat reluctant to venture outside.
Indeed, the weather is not all it could be, and night-elf ears are terribly prone to wind-chafe, and of course those ghastly netherdrakes are everywhere, with their noise and huge wings blocking the view (and don't mention the smell - those things poo everywhere), so one could hardly blame us for staying inside.
However, one must venture out every now and again, even if it's just to pop to the pub or pick up some groceries. As we passed through the Hellfire and Shadowmoon neighbourhoods, the local rabble popped out, shouting and swearing all over the place - so with ASBOs in hand, we decided to take matters in hand and sort them out.
Kazzak and Doomwalker suitably chastened, we finally got to the pub for a celebratory Darkmoon Reserve.
<Tempered> - You call that a line-up?