Sometimes a stranger approaches me for conversation and they
believe that they can cow me with it. While often I invoke the assumption that
the weight of one’s helmet proportionally restricts intellectual capacity, it
pleases me to methodically dismantle the notion sometimes.
This last instance was from an exceptionally tall elven woman in
Orgrimmar. She initiated the interaction with a few belittling remarks and
noting the (rather obvious) fact that I am a death knight. When I returned with
rigid politeness and then altered the topic she never regained control of the
conversation.
In fencing the advantage is gained when one’s opponent is
off-balance. And then with every strike after that balance is never reacquired.
This is what I did to this odd, red-eyed woman before abruptly ending the
discussion. She then retreated and I returned to my business.
Perhaps I am boasting a bit. But it was entertaining. And
not all socialization is thus: a few days later I had a lovely chat with a
troll shamaness.
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