Malkanas was actually a bit shorter than your average orc. Human blood, you know. Still, she did sort of tower over this short blood elf. But, then, she supposed most people did to some degree or another. Goblins, gnomes, and dwarves probably being the few exceptions. Of course, this fact only made the elf more adorable to the half-orcess in addition to the obvious lust she had for elf's full figure. She followed the young woman over to the bar, enjoying the fleeting glimpses of her shapely rump as she walked, her tabard swaying back and forth. As she sat down at the bar next to the elf, she couldn't help but have her one eye be drawn towards that tempting valley of cleavage that was on display as she leaned over the bar. She almost envied the bartender's view.<br/><br/>She shook her head, snapping out of her trance as the elf spoke, "Hmm? Oh, mead. Right." She turned to the bartender, whom she noted was admiring her new friend just as she had been, and had to make a couple of attempts before finally catching his attention. "Mead for her and I'll take some Booty Bay Rum." The bartender reluctantly left to fill their order, soon returning with the drinks. Mal placed a couple of gold pieces upon the counter and then glared at him hard. He took the gold and retreated to the far end of the bar to clean glasses, still casting furtive glances back towards them.<br/><br/>The half-orc shook her head, "No, it doesn't mean anything. I think it was the name of one of my ancestors, but I'm not sure," she smiled, "Dathwed, eh? I thought elves usually had flowery or lyrical names. Your name sounds almost like something an orc would have." She took a sip of her rum. "That was a compliment, by the way."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>