What was an overwhelming challenge for a group of level 28-30 characters was... not... for a 45 and a couple of 55+. Suffice to say that Rico and Allodin decided to go "Batman" and punch our opponents to death. What with everybody's fancy capes this was actually a pretty good description. I eschewed my Marquis of Gnomeregan Fisticuffsmanship Style to use my fancy enchanted retirement gift (from myself) to stabby-stab our nemeses.
The loot wasn't so hot, although watching leprous gnomes fly screaming out of their punched-up machines was almost its own reward.
Afterwards I ran Borst back to his hometown of Anvilmar, sat him in a comfy chair in the inn next to his first warlock trainer, said farewell to the guildmates, and logged out. Thanks guys!
The End (Or Is It...?)