Atal'jin grunted, both at the sudden emergence into broad daylight, and at Zael'Fara's joyous enthusiasm. He didn't mind seeing her stretch like that, as it caused her generous breasts to press against her top and nearly free themselves of it. Tal was the better part of eight feet tall and sported a lithe fit body, one that was currently sporting a good deal of blood, as well as the stereotypical Troll hunch. As the party moved down the ramp, Tal glanced at Bron, a particularly large Tauren and another of their companions, and sidestepped closer to the cowman.<br/><br/>Nudging the Tauren in the side, Atal'jin made a gesture with his head toward Zael'Fara, whose back was to them as they walked. Another gesture outlined her generous curves and Tal gave Bron a particularly suggestive look before breaking into a deep chuckle. Fighting usually left him horny, and they'd been stuck battling unattractive, un-rapable dwarfs for several hours. A glance down at the blood on his body brought a sneer to Atal'jin's face, making him hope the smell of hairy dwarf blood wouldn't cling to him.<br/><br/>He took a moment to straighten his broad shoulders and his back, rising up to his full height for several seconds, simply to enjoy the relief stretching brought. But, as they neared the crest in the ramp and happened to glance further along their path, rather than simply wafting in the afterglow of the carnage they'd created, the glint of sunlight off metal caught his eye. Tal was prone to fits of laziness though, so he simply ignored caution and made no mention of it to his companions. After all, regardless of what it was, they would be able to take care of it easily, he was sure.