This small report was written by Glenin Boomsprocket, expressing his thoughts on The Odds and Ends Exchange, it is written in a shaky manner, as if the writer was over-excited when writing it.

What a day this was, I arrived outisde Ironforge about thirty minutes early too meet the rest of the Weary Boots before the Exchange, by the time it struck six o'clock everybody was here and eager to sell their goods. The first seller steps up and shows us a Mo'grosh Toothpick (which, to be honest, was just a glorified twig) people started bidding thick and fast when some shady looking guy in black and blue robes turns, he stays pretty quiet whilst bids go up for a Rockjaw Rag. Taking a closer look I realise that this is no ordinary shady character, it's an officer of the Ironforge Secret Police no less!

 After the bids are over on the rag the Secret Policeman comes infront of the crowd. He starts speaking, asking us loyal explorers to help him with an "investigation". Narath can't refuse such an offer and agrees, a beam of light shone upon him and the Policeman handed him a ship's log. He had copies for everyone to study so we all got a look, and it was a laugh I tell you! The things Cedric did, and got disciplined for, it was madness. We, the experts on the matter, decided that the ship of which the log spoke about crashed, or was attacked, yet the crew did not die! Believing it may have been carrying an Eye of Paleth we told the policeman. He then revealed something else, a glass eye marked with the initials "C.S", some of us thought the initials stood for Captain Sanders, yet most believed it belonged to this Cedric fellow. Thanking us for our help the policeman left, with a bit of show-offy magic to boot, and we carried on with the auctions.

 Throughout the auction I accumulated a wealth of goods, including a lifeless skull, a Rodentia Shortsword, a pair of Dark Iron Baby Booties and some rusted engineering parts. By the end of the event and put them all together and designed my greatest creation, the Miniature Undead Dark Iron Death-Bot Ram Rider. It was a tinkerer's dream, a fully working robot with a sword and a skull-head, a pair of sturdy boots and it's own Explosive Sheep mount! I could of got quite a lot for the thing but didn't have the heart to sell it.

 Near the end of our auction spree a mister Doozle came to take our photograph, the Weary Boots all together shouting "BOOTSE" at the top of our voices, I hope it gets on the front page of the Argent Post, I'll be famous! Nevertheless the Odds and Ends ran out and we had to retire to the Weary Boots Tavern, where I wrote this up and put it in our personal library and went to rest with a tonne of great memories of robots and Secret Policeman, as well as some not too rosey memories of a peculiar Dark Iron...