Inside the hospice, Anoria helped the overworked Aldor draenei caretaker roll bandages and pack some supplies. She was always donating her time and any extras to help the poor of Shattrath. Much to the woman's delight.  So few helped anymore and the refugees kept coming....<br/><br/>Outside Kynrind's gaze locked on the forsaken. Her silvery eyes narrowed to slits as he approached, then widened slightly as he spoke her native tongue. She cocked her rifle, lips peeling back from her teeth, exposing the long canines the Kal'dorei had as the muzzle of her gun drifted vaguely in his direction. Not pointed at him yet, just at the stone ground near him.<br/><br/>"Why do you care? We're not sleeping here if that's what you mean and no, we will not tell you where we are sleeping," the huntress said, her voice cool to start with, grew colder as she stared at the forsaken<em>male</em>