A slow smile crept across Dathweds' face, the kind she usually reserved for men. "You should have seen when I fell in that green muck. Don't get me wrong, I love green, but I ruined my only leathers." When she said green, her eyes cased of Mal. "See? You can still smell it, I swear." Then she leaned forward, pushing her chest up and sniffing theatrically. "I work for the Horde myself... occasionally."  Undoing the straps on her top, she spread her breastplate, revealing the Orgrimar standard emblazoned across her chest.<br/><br/>Like the rest of her clothing, the Tabard was rather revealing, so low cut the a little half moon of pale pink showed across the top of each breast. She laughed and leaned back again. "But anyways, a almost murdered some gnome who had the gall to laugh at me." Dathweds's features twisted suddenly, eyes narrowing before the flash fury receded.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, she tugged at her horses tail, pulling at the band holding her hair in place. "I'm lucky my hair was up, or it'd be sewer green instead of blood red." she said, sticking her tongue out just long enough for the piece of silver threaded through it to glint in the light.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>