Mordecai groaned, and glanced over at his comrade. The patrols in the plaguelands were bad enough without zealots from both the Horde and Alliance seeing fit to attack those allied with the Dawn. The tauren lowered his cloth mask, and sighed. "Pitiful, ain't it?" he growled in broken common. However, the human paladin to his side just shook his head. "Pitiful that these worms would see fit to attack, yet be unable to carry through." The tauren reared his wolf, and his human companion did the same with his charger. Mordecai kept a close, watchful eye on their two fallen foes... A bloodied human soldier, and a battered gnome scoundrel. Neither put up much of a fight, but due to the strict codes and moral beliefs of the Dawn, neither could be killed. Mordecai wouldn't, even if he could. The tauren abhorred fighting, and killing... part of the reason why he joined the Dawn. He saw it as a beautiful opportunity for the two factions to work together, and bond. Yet a few of these bastards couldn't even live with -that-.<br/><br/>"That's your patrol anyways, Mordecai." answered the human after a long pause. "I've got to stay for a few more hours, but you're clear." the tauren glanced up at the sun. Huh. It was. "Right... I'll get... going home. Cheers." the tauren lazily saluted, which the human returned, before turning his wolf around and riding back to the chapel.<br/><br/>He had nowhere to go and he knew it.<br/><br/>The tauren glanced at the dismal, bloodied landscapes of the plaguelands. He couldn't go anywhere exciting, didn't really have much on his plate at the moment. Just his job, and earning enough to keep food on the table. Thankfully, he had more than enough of that... Oh well.<br/><br/>In a few minutes, he'd ride up to Light's Hope... hopefully by then, he'd know what he was going to do for the rest of the long day.<br/><br/>((Just a filler / introduction post. Going to probably slide into another person's RP if there's an opening.))