...is how my wife called me today when I was following her around in the town market showing no real interest in the women's department.
I usually have a few comments on things she touches or just looks at so she said I could only follow her around if I behaved as a nice non-combat pet. From there it was just a second to be calibrated as non-combat Pete from which I assume you already could have guessed my real world name

I tried to relog a couple of times but always ended up in the same instance.
Anyway, it was a nice Sunday out

To be fair it was me who initiated to go out on the first place beacuse I've been eyeing a new pair of "Primal style"-looking summer clogs for a while so it's all my fault.
May my soul burn. But surely the skins of those I love will fly as Molag Bal's banners