Not my type
But some cheese sounds good, have you ever tried Talbuk cheese?
ââTalbuk cheese?ââ
Lareen chuckles
ââSince Iâm still quite a new arrival here, I donât know much of your food culture. Maybe you could introduce me to this ââTalbuk cheeseââ on a date perhaps?ââ
âIâd happily show you some of the cuisine from across the world, though⊠You know talbuk cheese is just cheese made from the milk of a talbuk, right? I mean, itâs in the name. Probably just a translation thing, Iâm sure. Common takes some getting used to.â
If she could defeat me in battleâŠ
⊠although sheâs an elf, so I highly doubt that~
ââMilk, from a talbuk?ââ
Lareen looks shocked
ââI didnât even know you could get milk from talbuks! How much did I miss back in Argus?ââ
Lareen quickly thinks about what she just heard before responding in a rushed sense:
ââI need to study moreââ
(Skip me)
âLet us have battle then. I will prove you, that it is a mistake to underestimate an elf. Not all of us are so weak, such as this oneâ
Shalim stands forward confidently.
âThen we can speak about that date. If you will be able to handle itâ
Laughs
Karanash feigns the action of vomiting violently.
âI donât need to say much more on why you would be a poor mate, for I, or any orc.â
I would choose the Fel-elf over you any timeâŠ
So the answer is a strong no, backed up with an arcane missle barrage
âI suppose being above the vomiting Orc isnât exactly high praise, but a Void Elf is at least equivalent to a Demon Hunter, right? Iâve always wanted to see Suramar when I wasnât sneaking around and fighting a rebellion against demonic overlords.â
âI think you and I have much in common⊠how about a bottle of Arcvine on the rooftops of Suramar, under the star filled sky?â
Alani arched her brows at the fellow Illidari, tilting her head to the side. âSeems like youâve already found someone. Iâd hate to rob that from you.â she said, her voice as husky and monotone as ever. She took a bite of a bright red apple she carried. âEither way, it would have been a no.â she chuckled to herself.
âBut I am all yours my dear, if you wish though. I would like to invite you to chat. I have fel infused arcwine at my disposal. It is all yours.â
Shalim hides his thrilled smile and hope under his mask. His heart beats like never before.
Donât screw this up again. He told to himself
âIâm not drinking any of your Fel, no thanks. How could someone ever commit an act as primitive as corrupting wine? Thatâs one of the dumbest ideas Iâve heard of recently.â
âThereâs a lot of bad ideas, but that one is pretty special. Then again, I guess Demon Hunters like the taste of Fel goop? Feels like weâre not in the best position to judge. Anyway, Iâve got some regular wine if you want to open up a bottle.â
Erm, I shall have to decline. I do not believe we are compatible with each other in any way. Good luck with your date however.
Letâs compare hooves, tails and horns.
I know Iâll win in every departement
âEeeeh⊠not into Draenei, to simply put it. Youâre too damn tall, and too damn Light-loyal.â
âToo Light-Loyal? Such a peculiar sentiment. I assume I am this aswell, making us incompatible. Which suits me perfectly, though for other reasons than your own.â
âWell, Iâll be open to a friendly game of chess or something. Or⊠I know the rules to Aynaerâal!â The reaches into his satchel and retrieves a pack of cards and a thermos. âIâve had compliments to my defensive game.â A grin appears.
âA date? With a⊠human?â
Even the thought is horrifying for her and she covers her mouth with a silken handkerchief
âI would sooner date a lowborn Kaldoreiâ