HOW'S MY DRIVING

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Be wary, child, of Plaguelands plain...
Be mindful, child, of the infected grain...
For if throat is parched and of infected water sip...
Forever your soul will be in cursed Scourge grip.
So heed this warning, child, and if far from mother stray...
Let light from home's hearth guide you back your way.



How am I doing with him? Anything you feel should be tweaked or changed? Comments are screened.