"I'm not lying... I'm just- just stubborn, we both are, we're warriors. Thick as rocks, the both of us." He managed a smile and took his food with an appreciative nod. "Thanks, I can assure you we'll both be more than happy to stick around and repay your kindness... not like we really have anywhere else to go." After watching Britomart for a moment he started eating, smiling to the innkeeper when he noticed her gaze. "I'm not one to sit and eat in silence, my name is Christolph but I go by Jim for simplicity, and my wife there is Britomart. We've both been mislabeled and thrown away by Stormwind, a Kingdom neither of care to serve. We planned to settle down and start a family, but then we were labeled as "heroes" and drafted into the King's War in Northrend where he pulled all support and left us to die, because nobody likes a hero. We were then "rescued" by a Troll god who was, apparently, busy at the time and angered that he heard our prayers for help. He healed us just enough that we wouldn't die from any current injuries and dropped us at the Dark Portal. We couldn't go back to Stormwind or Alliance territory so we just started walking, getting any help we could."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>