People where still cheering at his back as Roland stood alongside the marching line of mounted combatants, he gives a single grave nod to Molakatar as he passes. "<span style="color: #0000ff">Looks like this is a rough one, good luck out there big guy. Try not to come back with any new piercings. I know how you cow folk are.</span><span style="color: #808080">" The man's chide is little more than as the Tauren passes by but it carries with it a smile, one that while overcast by doubt is still hopeful in it's earnesty. His head lingers with the man and his lumbering Kodo and soon spies the Worgen clinging to his back, Roland manages a smirk as he places his free hand at his hip and shakes his head. It was not uncommon to see people of all different races so close nowadays, but still something about it all was hard to get used to. Hard to get used to like the Worg.</span><br/><span style="color: rgb(128,128,128)"><br/>
Roland waited alongside the line until it thinned out just enough for him to dart through and make his way to the stables. It was nothing like what he was raises, hard metal bars with meat hung on spikes along the walls for the Worg to eat. He passes by a few orcs and trolls that were readying their own mounts, even another man like himself and soon he came upon the stall that housed Blacktooth. The coal colored Worg was not a large one by Orcish standards but that was no bother, as Roland was no orc. Still as he approached the beast let out a low agitated grow, snarling to show the broken fang that had earned him his name. "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">Easy boy.</span><span style="color: #808080">" The man warns own to the Worg as he reaches to his side, taking a hunk of tough plainstrider meat by the haunch. Blacktooth simmers down almost immediately, his growl lowering in to a light grumble as his tail wags. With a single bite the Worg's fangs sink deep snatching the haunch right from Roland's hand. "</span><span style="color: #0000ff">I know you don't like this, but today is not a day for disagreements. It's a day for fighting, maybe even for dying.</span><span style="color: #808080">" The words in truth were not for Blacktooth but really for Roland himself, he was not unfamiliar with the undead by any means and such a thought as the army before him was frightening.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>