*TH-WACK!!!* The fist connected with a resounding boom to the heavy trunk of the lone tree, an apparent amount of force being used to test its resolute demeanor with only the slight sound of rustling leaves above to give any indication of anything being disturbed. Quixl'mesh pulled his fist away, examining his large meaty hands and only giving a passive notice to the red bruises along his knuckles from the impact he gave. The tree itself remained completely unbruised, still standing in all its glory. The giant Draenei shrugged and turned away, feeling a little silly now but still curious about it. Though right now there were much more curioser things to ponder, his eyes finding Madam Clitfiddler bargaining with what he presumed was some kind of customer, discussing of all things a dragon dildo if he had actually heard it right. If a name like "The Caravan of Debauchery" wasn't obvious enough to give away the nature of this business, the selling of something as deliciously perverted as a giant dragon dildo was a resounding slap to the forehead. A former lover of his back in the exotic lands of Darnassus had crafted a dildo of his own male likeness years ago, claiming it would be a favorite amongst her and her friends. Quixl'mesh was wondering if now he had the opportunity to get himself out there on the international scene, so to speak, a slight smirk crossing his features.<br/><br/>That smirk turned into a full out devious smile when he suddenly noticed the female fellow Draenei standing near the Madam, the alluring sight of perfectly toned and pert ass and legs unparalleled by any other race making whatever questions he had seem trivial. As he sauntered up to the two in all his nude glory, the customer purchasing dragon dildos nearly crashed into him in her apparent rush to get out of there, stammering an apology to the giant Draenei as she made her way off to have her fun with just slight humiliation. "Seems like a busy day already, madam.", the giant Draenei said as he looked back with amusement at the fleeing girl before returning his attention to the two girls. "And it seems to be getting busier...and quite a bit more interesting...", he went on as he eyed the fellow Draenei, looking her up and down with sultry approval, his thick dangling cock giving a subtle throb as it hung slightly erect now. His gaze lingering for a bit longer on the Draenei girl, he turned back to the pink    haired human. "So tell me, besides fucking, sleeping, and eating, is there an official job I have, Clitfiddler? Besides being a degenerate man-whore now that is. You'd be wise to make me your personal bodyguard. No one would fuck around with you or the caravan as long as I'm around. Unless you wanted to be fucked...with." The look he gave the madam was all too salacious, the huge Draenei's greed for women knowing no bounds as usual, a craving to match his physique it seemed. "Of course, if im going to be guarding dildos instead, I think I at least deserve to go into town to craft myself up a sword. Then again, the size of those toys you own could probably do some damage on their own."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>