A Forsaken death knight walks stiffly into a Shadowmender’s place, his skull-adorned plate armor battered, burnt, bullet-dented, and fel-tainted.
The also Forsaken Shadowmender looks up from her unnamed steamy romance novel, gasps at her customer, and exclaims,
“What the fel happened to you!? You look like you fell off an airship, which then crashed into you!”
The death knight angrily opens his mouth when falling off an airship is mentioned, and snaps,
“Shut up! Of course I didn’t fall off an airship! …At least not all the way off… Bah, what are you talking about? That’s preposterous! Falling off an airship? Silly woman, what ever gave you that idea!?”
There is an awkward silence until the death knight states his Shadowmending needs, and agrees to the Shadowmender’s rates (which may possibly be lower than usual, for some reason).
After being Shadowmended, the death knight walks to the plate armorsmith and spends a fairly heavy gold purse getting his armor mended as well
(after the armorsmith exclaims,
“What in the blazes happened to you, you look like-”
whereupon the dented-plated death knight quickly retorts,
“SHUT UP!
JUST FIX THE DAMNED ARMOR, ALLRIGHT?!”)