Poor, poor Savitry. It's not enough that she's struggling to learn how to strike a balance between her current un-life and her past life, that latter of which includes a still living husband who hasn't quite given up on his vows to love her forever. She also travels to Outland and has been given the lovely task of sifting through animal poo for items not once but twice. And then she must suffer further insult and injury by dressing like the locals:

I mean, honestly. Murkblood Avenger's Legplates are plate armor, but apparently I'm silly for thinking they ought to not look like Savitry is wearing a thigh-highs and panties. All that's missing is a garter belt. I mean, I suppose it covers the important bits, but I could make an argument for exposing the femoral artery being a really bad idea. Then again, she's already dead, so slicing an important artery is probably just a flesh wound for her. A few Death Strikes and she's good as new, right?
Savitry's official thoughts about Outland? "It sucks."
The good news is she dinged 67 today. One more level and I can drag her well-preserved carcass to Northrend.
I mean, honestly. Murkblood Avenger's Legplates are plate armor, but apparently I'm silly for thinking they ought to not look like Savitry is wearing a thigh-highs and panties. All that's missing is a garter belt. I mean, I suppose it covers the important bits, but I could make an argument for exposing the femoral artery being a really bad idea. Then again, she's already dead, so slicing an important artery is probably just a flesh wound for her. A few Death Strikes and she's good as new, right?
Savitry's official thoughts about Outland? "It sucks."
The good news is she dinged 67 today. One more level and I can drag her well-preserved carcass to Northrend.