Nuraja yawned quietly and casually strode up to the pale-footed Tauren that had just exited the Gromgol camp. "Eh mon, whachoo be doin' out 'ere in dah jungal eh? You be lookin' lost, mon." he said in a friendly tone, kicking a small pebble to the side as he walked. Nuraja had no taste for men, especially not the grainy and coarse Tauren variety. He figured that he might make some conversation with this adventurer and perhaps join him on a hunt for the evening. The company would certainly do him well.