A bit too skinny, you don't look like you could hold your ale either!
You don't look bad by any stretch, but it's not the way I swing.
A bit spiky. As for ale, alcohol is cleansed by my aura, so I can't get drunk anyway...
Golden eyes?! Too pure for me!
Oh, poor death knight, you seem less edgy than the other one that lurks around these parts, but you're still undead, it could never work!
Oh, you are certainly charming! Did you hunt that creature on your shoulder yourself? Perhaps I can tell you about the lichen I've gathered. Oh, you are with the Horde? Oh...well, this is terribly awkward...no, it's not you, it's me, I...I'm sorry, it just won't work out. The Horde have already taken two homes of mine, and I'll be damned if I let them take my heart too.
Too many words.
You are one spooky dead lady. Hard pass!
I think I'd prefer a race who's less prone to smashing away their problems.
There's enough alcohol to make a bear attractive. Sure.
If there's enough alcohol to make that beard attractive. Sure.
Too green, too masculine.
Too pale, too skinny.
I would not even eat you.
I would not even eat you.
You wound me, Grumbear.
Then again, you're the BDSM-type, so I'll skip too...
Then again, you're the BDSM-type, so I'll skip too...
Those clothes.. Clearly of lower birth. You mean I should sully myself with the common rabble? To even insinuate that I should lay my hands upon the hired help, such an insult can not be allowed to stand!
Lower birth or not, who do you think ensures you have food? Your gear is maintained and Silvermoon remains habitable?
Without those of lower birth you'd be squatting in a ruined troll city, instead of glorious Silvermoon!
Without those of lower birth you'd be squatting in a ruined troll city, instead of glorious Silvermoon!
You seem to desperate to get a date m'dear.
but i shall take pity on thy poor wench and take you out on wine and chips.
but i shall take pity on thy poor wench and take you out on wine and chips.
21/10/2018 15:09Posted by RédeyesYou seem to desperate to get a date m'dear.
but i shall take pity on thy poor wench and take you out on wine and chips.
What do you have in store for a bald high testosterone warrior like me?
Some proper clothing.
As a proud hard working tailor, your outlook genuinely hurts me
As a proud hard working tailor, your outlook genuinely hurts me
You're not spooky enough.