Kyluuta's nose twitching as she started to smell the boiling fish. The sudden hunger she was feeling didn't help out with her thirst, over-heating, and exhaustion. If she found the bandits that took nearly all of her supplies, she was going to give them a piece of her mind with her mace. But, sadly she didn't know where they went, and thus so...her clothes, undergarments, food, and water were gone and more than likely gone forever...no doubt the clothes were going to be sold or used for other supplies. And the food and water would be used to help out the thieves find more targets.<br/><br/>She then blinked and looked back to Troll, catching most of what he had said. Under normal circumstances, she would of thought the water was poisoned or drugged, given the fact that they were on opposite sides of a war. But right now, her instinct to survive started to over rule her rational thinking. She quickly, but politely, took the gourd from the generous Troll's hand and opened it. With the satisfying pop, she quickly downed some of the contents within it, enjoying the feel of cool liquid going down her throat.<br/><br/>A few droplets came out of the silver Draenei's lips as she brought the gourd down and sighed as she put the cork back in. She looked to the Troll and smiled gratefully at him.<br/><br/>"Zhank you...Und I know zhat zhe ocean wun satisfy thirst...vut I haf little else...My clothes und ozha suvlies vas taken from me days ago, leavink me vith not vut my armor. Durink my time 'ere, I traveled at night and slept by day...vut zhe circumstances are against me, now..."<br/><br/>She sighed and shook her head, another sniff of the fish making her stomach growl lowly. She blushed a bit, her silver skin turning slightly blue from the blush. She hoped the Troll didn't hear the growling or notice the blush. She was usually so shy around those outside of the Draenei population. But sometimes you had to make due with what you have.<br/><br/>"I vas hopink tu find someone 'ere...Vut, so far...My search ended up vith me here..."<br/><br/>She could feel her armor practically branding her at this point...a few days stuck in this armor straight and no time for rest and finding no food or water. She was in poor shape, besides her outer appearance. Though you could see some faint marks on her face that was caused from the sandstorms and the ever so often stumbles she makes. Even her gold tail rings were losing their shine. This Draenei could of been in better shape.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>