Thinking the lady seems pretty chill about unnatural abominations unto Elfkind, as far as paladins go, Tal joins in the drinking and tale-telling. Good times are had by all!
Join in until a little tipsy and then ask if she can try the elf's funny hat, possibly followed by ordering a platter of snacks to accompany the drinks.
Politely buy the Draenei and velf a round of drinks and talk about the state of the war.
I would show you a catalog with nice trees where you can hide, sorry "live" you probably need one right now, Night Elf.
Politely ask whether he browsed a coffin catalog himself, because he seems really insistent on ending up in one.
Did someone say coffins? I know a gal in Darkshore, seems thereās a lot oā dead folks and a lot oā timber. Sheās makinā a killing on coffin sales. Excuse the pun.
If you need a coffin, iāll getcha the best price! Letās face it, you both might be needinā one quite soon. Whatād ya say?
If you need a coffin, iāll getcha the best price! Letās face it, you both might be needinā one quite soon. Whatād ya say?
"No restraint I see. I expect you goblins are making a boom even in these times of war, somethings never change."
Would then ask for directions to the nearest armorsmith.
Would then ask for directions to the nearest armorsmith.
Her back initially turned to Erahe, she states, ''Yes, I have some skill in armourcrafting. Will cost you a fair amount for any runeforg-''
Narrowed eyes and a clawed gauntlet pointing at a haphazardly built structure. ''There is a goblin workshop over there who supplies both sides.''
Narrowed eyes and a clawed gauntlet pointing at a haphazardly built structure. ''There is a goblin workshop over there who supplies both sides.''
Kezzy quickly wraps an arm around Erah's waist and begins attempting to lead the Orc off. "Yeah, you come with me bub, we'll fix ya up over here ..."
She then nonchalantly points in the direction of Elyssa with a casual thumbing gesture, looking up at the Orc. "Y'don't want none a' this broad here's designin' of yer gear anyways, she'd just be slappin' skulls an' all that kinda macabre jazz an' what not over it! She'd be dressin' ya up like a walkin' funeral procession!"
The Goblin waves dismissively at Elyssa before turning away, continuing to attempt in leading Erah elsewhere. "But us? We got whatcha need, cutie! Spikes, more spikes, an' spikes comin' outta dem spikes! Spikes comin' out the wazoo, and wazoo's made a' spikes, too! Also, I notice yer coverin' up nearly everywheres asides from them nipples a' yours. You proud a' them, big guy? Wanna show 'em off, huh? How's 'bout we put some spikes through them, too! Get them nups a' yers all blinged out!"
She then nonchalantly points in the direction of Elyssa with a casual thumbing gesture, looking up at the Orc. "Y'don't want none a' this broad here's designin' of yer gear anyways, she'd just be slappin' skulls an' all that kinda macabre jazz an' what not over it! She'd be dressin' ya up like a walkin' funeral procession!"
The Goblin waves dismissively at Elyssa before turning away, continuing to attempt in leading Erah elsewhere. "But us? We got whatcha need, cutie! Spikes, more spikes, an' spikes comin' outta dem spikes! Spikes comin' out the wazoo, and wazoo's made a' spikes, too! Also, I notice yer coverin' up nearly everywheres asides from them nipples a' yours. You proud a' them, big guy? Wanna show 'em off, huh? How's 'bout we put some spikes through them, too! Get them nups a' yers all blinged out!"
She'd chuckle when watching Kezzy offer Erah the new armor from some distance, sipping a glass of wine. Once they're done, she'd most likely approach Kezzy and ask if she got any fancy clothes for sale.
He would stand back and observe the elf, unsure of his trust in the new defectors from the Horde. In part, due to his disdain for the elves of the Horde. In part, due to his worry about the heretical call of the void. But soon he would shrug it off, and try to be as open-minded as possible. Maybe talk to the void-kin and see if he could understand her kin better that way.
Beyond uncomfortable, she does her best to avoid the kaldorei. If an encounter is unavoidable and not immediately hostile, she speaks after some hesitation.
"Ancient branch reaching far, shaking on a searing wind. Bound by trunk to root, fed strong on blessed spring. Hounds to chase as hunters shoot, arrows fly as bowstring sing. Far above, o' baleful star, watching each fall as they sinned."
"Ancient branch reaching far, shaking on a searing wind. Bound by trunk to root, fed strong on blessed spring. Hounds to chase as hunters shoot, arrows fly as bowstring sing. Far above, o' baleful star, watching each fall as they sinned."
Silmariel crossed into Marinya's path by mistake when she was striding north, her cloak torn, her regency insignia missing and clearly in rotten mood.
"If you come to convince me to return to service, save your damned-"
She stops abruptly, realizing she clearly mistook the other blood elf for someone else, maybe with a similar look.
A bit embarrassed, she stops and listen to the strange echo of Marinya's poetry. then greets her with a harsh, short nod.
"Apologies for the mistake, mylady. I'll just be back on my way".
With a bit of luck, she will be back in the darkened forests of the Ghostlands - her home - soon enough.
"If you come to convince me to return to service, save your damned-"
She stops abruptly, realizing she clearly mistook the other blood elf for someone else, maybe with a similar look.
A bit embarrassed, she stops and listen to the strange echo of Marinya's poetry. then greets her with a harsh, short nod.
"Apologies for the mistake, mylady. I'll just be back on my way".
With a bit of luck, she will be back in the darkened forests of the Ghostlands - her home - soon enough.
Ibserve her as she walks trough ghostlands, interested in seeing if she will get in trouble from stray undead or trolls.
Would sneak up behind you to touch you ever-so-softly, not to cause any alarm, but to check if Death-knight Tauren is as cold as ground beef in my portable refrigerator.
"Acidentaly misfire" her pistol right behind the human as he almost touches the undead tauren.
"You've got a leaf stuck to your back..." - tries to remove it, misjudges his strength and the sharpness of his claws, accidentally pokes a hole through the flimsy outfit. - "Oh no, I didn't stab you to death, did I?"
A giant hammer swats at Darkian's loose belt chains. ''Apologies, agent of the Nether, we space goats have such terrible balance. Must be this *near miss again with hammer* sheer mass of demon and/or fel worshippers on Azeroth.''
*CLANG*
*CLANG*
Throws a flying cockroach at the aggressive draenei and runs away cackling.
Visit her with a precious archaeological artifact to call on her expertise in appraising its value for resale!