Kazgrim would grunt as he finished the last stitch and closed his wound. Dropping his arm back under the table he sat at, his eyes would snap to the sound of the door opening and the figure that came through. The obvious female figure would cause him to mindlessly perk a brow as his crimson eyes scanned up and down her lithe frame, inspecting her as he does with every stranger that he comes across. He would watch her make her way to the fire, when a foreign and seemingly vile thought flew through his mind. He drew his hands up and planted them onto the table, pushing down as he rose to his feet. He would stretch out his arms, upper body, and legs; causing his light-green skin to ripple as his muscles flexed under it and his leather harness. He would make his way to the fire as well, more and more of the odd thoughts toward the Kaldorei woman filling his head. As he approached the fire, he would stand tall, crossing his thick, muscular arms across his broad chest. Stealing a few glances at the woman, his crimson eyes would glow in the cozy firelight. He would shift from foot to foot, unsure of how to begin conversation with a woman of the opposite faction. Looking down at his right fore-arm, he took in the sight of the stark tattoo of the Orcish banner, coldly reminding him of who and what he was; a proud member of the Horde. Seemingly to his disgust, he shook off the reminder, feeling a sense of freedom outside of the eyes of his captains and superiors. His gaze drifted to her once more. This time, he would nod and speak in a deep, rich tone: "Greetings, Night Elf." his gaze would be directed at where he figured hers were. He awaits a reply.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>