Gomdar grins wide and stands, finishing his ale and walking to the Trolless"Long as our Gilnean friend doesn't mind me taking a turn." he chuckles and looks over the Trolls form, licking his lips at her reaching out and running a large thumb over her tusk."I dont mind sharing if you don't.." he nods to the worgen and moves to the front side of them, making note of her curves, a deep hungry growl emanates from his throat as the large bulge in his pants outlines a member imaginable of the nearly 9 ft orc. His large hand moves from her tusk to her slender throat, then down her form, his touch light but firm as he grazes her skin to send little tingles across her skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>