Sigh.
I miss that sense of never wanting a party member to die while you were the tank. People chuckled at my stupid macros for when I provoked. "Face me, {Goblin Smithy}! I'm your enemy!"
And I remember finishing my PLD quest MYSELF. No help. My level 30 running through that god forsaken Davoi, running out of stuff that cloaked you, masked your scent, and made your footsteps noiseless. And JUST AS I WAS REACHING THE END of the quest, I f***ed up and aggro'd some Orc. I was distraught as I ran, feeling hopeless. And suddenly out of no where, this other Paladin shows up, cures me and draws the Orc away. It was such a great feeling. I thanked them so profusely and they were just like ":)"
And that's what made you want to be helpful, those moments where you couldn't get by without help.
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'I am the master of your whole keep. I am the pastor, flock you like sheep.'