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If you have been listening to our podcast, and/or reading our blog you may have figured out that I have very little patience. Little patience for jerks, reading the lengthy quest text, and little patience in real life dealings with telephone prompts and the forsaken telemarketers. It is a fair assumption to say that my natural red hair and short temper has a lot to do with it.

Equally amazing is the fact that my lack of patience has often lead me to do some pretty asinine things in-game. I have previously written about my first toon experiences and my inability to read spell tool tips, quest text, and utilize the now-obvious tools that the game gave me… But there is another recent occurrence that I now deem somewhat noteworthy.

Welcome to Dalaran
When we first reached level 74 and were able to take the quest portal up to Dalaran, it was a magical day. What a wonderful new town full of vendors, mobile NPCs, shimmering portals to far off lands, Haf and I were amazed! Something that I have had great experience with in the past is reselling vendor items from these high-level, hard-to-reach towns. I proceeded to start poking my head in the various little shops that line the streets of Dalaran, making note of the gear availability, and searching for vendor buys that might make some money in the Auction House.

That’s when I came across this scene, a lovely unassuming shop right next to the Violet Citadel. Inside I was greeted by two lovely vendors. One of which, in time, became my reliable reagent vendor. The other is an evil woman known as Endora Moorehead. The two women are sisters, but they could not be more unalike in the nature of the items they peddle to patrons.

Black Magic or Black Market?
I excitedly bounded up to Endora’s counter and found items of black magic. OoO!

“Well, looky here! There’s a Mage book for Polymorph: Black Cat! That’s bound to resell because I have never seen it before. How exciting!”

Upon clicking the magical brown “Purchase” bag, I was immediately taken by the overwhelming feeling of:

“Oh crap, did I just spend 2,500G? There was no idiot-proof DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BUY THIS EXPENSIVE PIECE OF CRAP prompt!”

My gut started to turn and my face turned beet red, and Endora’s black cat pet (appropriately named Badluck) sat there on the counter taunting me! I had bought the item without thinking to look at the cost, or researching whether or not it was actually selling in the Auction House. And, after leveling to 74 and spending loads of gold on preparing for craftables I was already broke, so 2500G may as well have been 10,000G at that point.

I tried desperately to resell the item for weeks. It seems that there aren’t many level 60-73 Mages with an extra 2,500G laying around to spend on a needless vanity item. Go figure!

Realizing that I wasn’t going to make a profit from the purchase I attempted to cut my losses and sell it at a small loss, with no luck. I finally had enough (due again to my lack of patience), and gave the item to Haf for him to deal with. He sold the item at a DEEP loss after a few more weeks of peddling in trade chat.

Mark this mistake up to my lack of patience, and lack of auctioneer scanning post-Wrath. The lesson I have learned is three-fold:

• Scan the Auction House with Auctioneer more often, especially when scrounging around for potential resell items.
• GMs aren’t able to give refunds for your mistakes.
• Slow the fuck down and pay attention do what you are doing, dummy.