My God. The Blingtrons are breeding.
Hold very, very still, young worgen. They can sense fabulousness,
and that mace of yours is giving it off in spades. That cape, too, and ... are those emeralds embedded in your shoulderpads? Quick! You've got to shift into cat form and stealth away, or else your pelt will end up bedazzled with rhinestones and offered as part of their mid-winter collection. (Thanks to submitter Lughnasadh
of Les Loyales
on Shadow Council [US-A] for the screenshot!)