It seemed ill timing, as whatever the trolless was about to say was drowned out by yelling outside... "I SAID TAKE A HIKE! FREAK!" the orc...<br/>"We be 'avin a rough day mon, jus' turn joo'self around an we done be rememberin joo." a thickly accented troll's voice spoke, trying to be a voice of reason.<br/>"I SAID OPEN THOSE ROBES AND GIVE US YER WEAP~" his words dieing in his throat as the sound of blade carving through flesh and splintering bones errupted through the doorway. An eyeblink later, the sound of fluids spilling freely across the ground.<br/>"WRONG MOVE MON!" The clank of steel on steel, a second sound of death, much shorter, and followed by soming bouncing off of the wooden boards... The troll's head rolling in a moment later, face trapped in an expression of both pain and horror... Stepping through the doorway, and knocking the Kel'Dorei over in his brutish display, the thing was massive, dressed in layers of heavy cloaks and robes, it's full form could not be seen... Only cloven shaped claw feet, several generously sized Apex crystals which glowed of their own accord a prysmatic array of colors... And a pair of glowing blue eyes from under the hood. It was large enough to have been a tauren, but was malformed, if it was one. Too gaunt, it's upright stance awkward at best.<br/><br/>He took two floor scraping steps in, head slowly panning side to side. Something predatory, beyond the capacity of greed, or care there of, burned in those eyes... And when he spoke, there was an echo to it, a natural resonance of depth in his deep voice, for only something male could sound as such. "Morrojaaa... Where... is Morrojaaa?" He rolled the vowals over his tongue, assuming he had one. "Are you?!" Suddenly pointing out of his cloaks with a hand of only two fingers... Three if you include two foot long scything blades for a middle finger. The hand seemed disproportional to his impressive size, and poked out from a little too low, if one bothered to take notice beyond watching through fear filled eyes. The digit was levels accusingly at Magrev...<br/><br/>He had seen what the man did, that speed, precission and skill... Truly that must have been the work of an unbeated gladiator! Thus his wonderlust would be sated... His bloodthirst put to rest as he tested both himself and this challenge...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>