The half-orc watched wide-eyed as Dathwed got very pissed off. She had heard that some warriors had anger problems. This was especially so for orcs who would fall into a blood fury. However, seeing a blood elf like this was something else. She might've found it hilarious, this short, buxom elf  in such a fury, if she wasn't acutely aware that Dathwed could probably give her a run for her money if they ever came to blows. Mal shot the bartender a parting glare, pulling her dagger from the wood of the bar and sheathing it before turning to follow her new friend to the table she was currently liberating from a group of goblins.<br/><br/>She sat down next to the crimson-haired beauty, a wry smirk on her face. "Well, I think he might think twice before pulling a stunt like that again," she said with a chuckle. She grasped the glass of rum and brought it to her lips, taking a long drink. "Remind me never to piss you off. I think even most orcs would've turned white facing your wrath," she joked, giggling.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>