The tauren drank more of his brew, setting it down as he seemed to be waiting for somebody. Looking around hastily, He caught glimpse of the Orc out of the corner of his eyes, not even bothering to look away as he watched her legs shift. He then turned back to the bartender. He sighed, and took another swig of the beer. In a low voice, he muttered: "Where the hell is that person with my armor..." He had grumbled, appearing to be rather annoyed and stressed. Sure tauren liked to go around wearing nothign but a loincloth and as little armor as they could, but he hated being in this mixxed company with so little armor on. It made him feel a bit exposed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>