The stoic Tauren didn't give much indication how he felt about finally finishing off the dwarven host, but he actually was glad to be back in the fresh air. While dwarves tended to build big for such small creatures, Bron was still a creature of the wide open spaces. Any Tauren would eventually begin to cramp when it was rock instead of sky above him.<br/><br/>He noticed both Zael's overtly feminine stretching and Atal'jin's utterly unsubtle reaction. Few things surprised the experienced warrior, so the notorious lascivity of the two trolls barely registered. He would arch an eyebrow if the two did not join to worship their spirits of fertility and pleasure later rather than sooner, however. In response to his friend's cajoling, he nodded. That was practically as good as a high five and thrust of the hips in his vocabulary of body language.<br/><br/>He saw a nick on the edge of his sword. Blasted goblin swordsmiths.