A moment passed before the woman spoke. An agonizing, seemingly immense moment of silence. For that moment, all that could be heard was the commotion the elves and lone draenei made. Camilla looked to them, pressed her bottom lip between tongue and tooth, then turned her attention to the orc before her. In glancing from elves to orc, she paused and looked longingly at the pandaren.<br/><br/>"Camilla." The woman said. Her voice was perfect for her, dark and husky, sweet as honey. There was certainly enough woman in her words to erase any doubt that her slightly deeper voice may arouse.<br/><br/>Looking intently into Grummush's eyes, Camilla allowed another moment to pass. She wasn't idle during this time, though. She nimbly climbed onto the table between the two, scooted across it, and sat about as close as someone could to the orc, Camilla's spectacular backside set on the table directly in front of Grumm. With her legs on either side of the orc, feet on the edges of the chair beside his outer thighs, Cam felt it time to speak.<br/><br/>What followed weren't words anyone unfamiliar with orc would understand. "In orcish.." she explained. "My name." It translated, loosely, to "black honey."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>