[ Kettara approaches cautiously, one hand resting ready over an axe. This one clearly isn't human. This one looks like an elf - though like no elf she's ever seen. He doesn't smell like a blood elf, either. The sharp tang of mana boiling just under the surface isn't there at all.
There's no guarantee this one will treat her honorably. Not all elves do. And this one wears no symbol she recognizes.
So she hangs back, watching him carefully. But she jerks her head, displaying her tusks.
It won't do, if he thinks she's afraid. ]
I doubt it. Are you looking for a battle? You're likely to find one if you linger here.
Arrival
There's no guarantee this one will treat her honorably. Not all elves do. And this one wears no symbol she recognizes.
So she hangs back, watching him carefully. But she jerks her head, displaying her tusks.
It won't do, if he thinks she's afraid. ]
I doubt it. Are you looking for a battle? You're likely to find one if you linger here.