(Typing a post right now)<br/><br/>He blinked slowly, the only moving part of his now statuesque appearance. As the Draenei walked ever closer, the desert's shimmering shroud peeled away revealing her more and more. He could now clearly see that she was wearing silver armor. The clanking of it continuously grew as the Draenei approached.<i>She must be burnin in dat arma'.</i>, he thought. His hand left his daggers handle, instead it starting to hover above it.<br/><br/>Soon she got close enough where he could discern her face.<i>Hmm. She be lookin ratha nice fo an Alliance.</i>, he mused. A pop from the fire brought him back. His old trollish upbringing suddenly surged up from the depths of his subconscious and manifested in a single thought and a single action. His mouth started to salivate,<i>She'd be mighty tasty if cooked right.</i>He frowned and suppressed the thought. He was part of the Horde now. Eating another intelligent creature was something his kind were were not allowed to do anymore. Even in Darkspear society, it was starting to be looked down upon.<br/><br/>His stomach growled ferociously and the water in the pot on the fire started to boil. His thoughts went back to the times his people would eat others as ritual or even for the simple reason of sating their hunger. But now was a better time, a more sophisticated time. He waved non-threateningly at the Draenei and racked his brain for any Common he knew. After some hard thinking he was able to craft a simple sentence that he shouted at her, "You no attack, ya?!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>