Tarka's blue, dead eyes glow as she tilts her head to the side. She hadn't the bravado or desire to fight with this little pissant.<span style="color: olive">"Plenty.</span>" she growls leaning in to the human, baring her teeth. She had no great love for her own people anymore, she hated Garosh as much as the Alliance did, but if there was on thing she simply couldn't stand, it was human arrogance.<span style="color: olive"> "Please. Continue to have a over-inflated sense of self worth human. "</span>Her lips curls up as she pushes the human away from her , uninterested in a fight, but clearly unwilling to back down.<span style="color: olive"> "And when you're done, let's go ask a few Forsaken, and the Sin'dorei about the benevolence of human leaders in the past - shall we?"  <br/>
</span><br/>She takes a step past the human, attempting to push him out of her way, - not in an overly aggressive manner, but more simply to get by. She shakes her head, as she moved past. If the human wanted a fight, she'd give him one- but she was uninterested in owing the bar a debt for breaking a few chairs over the  humans skull- and more importantly she needed a drink.  She pushes her way back through the crowd and stops at the bar.  She leans over the counter and orders a mug of Goblin Rocket Fuel. Pointing at the human who'd run into her and smirks,<span style="color: olive"> "Put it on that ones tab."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>