"And what of your rod?" she quipped readily, a fake smile painted across her mouth. "Are you just that sort of...fisherman? That you do not need or wish to tend to your pole?"<br/>One fine eyebrow raised higher than the other.<br/>"Do you simply leave your pole where ever it finds itself, with no care or thought as to what it might be catching? I thought a true...man..." she said that word with such ire, "...would be more cautious about the state of his...rod..."<br/>There were implications to her words, and they came so easily. Is this how she was, who she was? She couldn't help but wonder what sort of person made such subtly bold statements to a complete stranger. And if she were loyal to the Horde, why wasn't she killing him?<br/>Do I kill? she asked herself.<br/>Is that...something I do?<br/>For a moment, her listlessness returned, but her eyes were on the human before her. It was hard to slip away to dreams and dust with his very vibrant and lively presence so close, despite the distance. Were all humans like this?<br/>None of the ones I killed...<br/>She gasped openly at the unspoken thought, a slender hand lifting to touch the Oh of her mouth.<br/>I've...I've killed humans before! What does that mean!!??<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>