Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I want to dedicate a small rant to the walking garbage – Warlocks. No, this isn't an insult, but a fact. A Warlock is weak – usually, he can't quickly kill anyone. And the one who can, dies even faster than the one who can't. All a Warlock can do is annoy you while you're riding a horse. He also likes to scare passersby by dramatically opening his cloak, under which there is nothing but a hairy, unwashed, and, in the case of a Warlock playing as a compost creature, even worm-infested crotch. While people are frantically running around in terror, the Warlock, pleased that he's at least making an impression, tries to annoy his victim as much as possible. Since this is where the Warlock's abilities end, a Warlock has two goals in life: to annoy as many people as possible and to get fat so that he can live until everyone he has annoyed dies, and then die himself with a smile on his face. And that's why, for the sake of such a spectacle, I often have to get off my horse in Alterac to explain that throwing feces at people is not good, wasting precious time.