Dathwed glanced up... and up... and up... at the Orc. Orcs were naturally taller then Blood Elves, and she was shorter then natural, so the woman seemed to tower over her. "Mal?" She grinned, flashing dimples. "That sounds great." She lead the way towards the bar area, hips swaying in time to the music she was listening to in her head.<br/><br/>Sitting on her knees, Dathwed leaned over the bar, the top of her armor giving an ominous creak from the strain. Her bottom pressed tightly against the back of her tabard. "I'll take mead!" She grinned at the Orc. "Mal huh? I don't suppose that's Orcish for anything?" Leaning on the bar, she wiggled her bottom. "I'm Dathwed. And no, it's not Thallassian for anything."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>