Dear Wowhead,
I am yet another addict, seeking your help - for the sake of both me and my beautiful wife, Elaine. I am a huge fan of your "Dear Wowhead" section, and have recently gathered my courage to write to you, seeing that you have already helped people like me -
Black Rosee and
Feling, being two examples.
It is more than embarrassing to say, but I am addicted to...cheese.
Yes, cheese, is that a problem?!
...I am sorry for my temper, but it took me almost quarter of an hour to compose this part of the letter, and that has been a painful cheese-less quarter of an hour. As I was, saying, I am addicted to cheese.
Queso azul de Darnassus,
Pincho de Dalaran,
Queso con cebolla,
Queso enano,
Brie de Ventormenta,
Queso cheddar curado bueno,
Queso curado de Alterac, and even the exotic alien
Picante de Garadar, which I hear is made in the very homeland of the orcs! And with the recent activity in Northrend and Lucian's (my son) extremely successful business in Dalaran (although I hear people are stealing his wine and cheese...), I have been exposed to even more kinds of cheese -
Queso de cabra ácido,
Queso curado salobre, and the illegally tasty
Queso añejo de Dalaran envejecido! Light, I'd swim in the Molten Core and take showers in Wintergrasp just for a tiny bit of Dalaran Sharp, aged to perfection...
Ahem...you see what my problem is. I used to be the head of Stormwind's assassin's guild, rogue guild, SI:7, secret police and spy network. I was the man everybody would tremble before when hearing his name...that is, if I wasn't so subtle that they didn't know that my name was associated with all those things. But I am going off on tangents again! See what cheese has done to me? See?!
This is my story, Wowhead. I really hope you can cure me and my wife from this nightmare. It has consumed my life - it started off as a mild passion, and then... I became
this! Even as I write those last words, I can smell the sweet aroma of cheese from the kitchen. I am sorry, I can no longer control myself, I need to go there
now!
Thanks in advance.
E. Trias