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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">A better look around the hall, she could see the place was rather busy, considering how high up in the mountains it really was. It had taken her some time to climb the face even after she saw the faint glow of the inn's light. Why on Azeroth someone would decide to make an inn all the way out here was beyond her comprehension, but after arriving and warming herself by the fire, it was a very smart idea. Every wanderer from around would be relieved to be somewhere relatively safe. She'd noticed those in her close vicinity were races allied with the Horde. <br/>
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Her shoulders stiffened and she quietly swore to herself, thinking she should've kept her hood up. At least then it would've taken some more time for them to see she was a Kal'dorei. From the corner of her eye, she saw an Orc stand and slowly amble his way toward the fire - or her, not knowing if he was one of those Orcs who would kill an Night Elf on sight. Again she put herself on guard and slipped a hand into her cloak, pretending to put her gloves away, yet keeping close to one of her daggers. Remaining quiet, she shifted in her place as she waited to see what would happen. She flinched when she heard the door open and shut, blinking to look over her shoulder and see another fellow Night Elf walk in. She relaxed a little and whipped her head back to the Orc when she heard him speak to her.<br/>
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He looked imposing, but in truth, she'd taken down more frightening Orcs who were charging at her as opposed to ones standing next to her. She gave him a quick glance, taking whatever details she could make out, before she looked back to the fire and debated quietly whether to answer. In the end, being rude or dismissive wasn't warranted and the woman gave her short reply with a cool voice, "Evening, Orc." She shifted again, wary of her surroundings and the two other elves in the room.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>Kazgrim would take notice of her wariness and let forth a playful grin as her gaze met his for the instant that it did. He would return his eyes to the fire and watch them writhe about in all of their burning splendor as he stood next to the Kaldorei. It would eventually dawn upon him that he needed to strike up conversation. Aiming to do just that, he would ask a natural question.<br/><br/>"What brings you to this frozen wasteland? You must have been as lucky as I was to find this oasis." He would hold out his right forearm, revealing his freshly stitched gashes.<br/><br/>After satisfying himself with the question, he would shift from foot to foot, his monstrous single-edged blade clinking in its sheath as he moved. Growing accustomed to the silence of the main hall, he would stretch his right arm, resuming the blood flow through it to keep himself on edge. His gentle eye-shape would not do his intimidating facial features much justice as he stood there in all of his green-skinned, chiseled, and broad glory. After he stretched, he'd let out a long yawn; full of his rich and deep tone but rather bored. During his yawn he would reach up and play his digits along the back of his head, scratching at something as he awaited the Elf's response.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>