Tryice, this is for you~ >)

[nashrath]

[Over the usual noise of the inn, there is the distinct thump of boots being planted on a bartop and then an orc emerges, head and shoulders over even the Tauren patrons. She sticks a thumb and a finger in her mouth and whistles. Loudly. As if anything worth doing is done any other way...]RESPECTED MEMBERS OF THE HORDE! ALLIANCE PEOPLE! AND BLOOD

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[raptoroftheloa]

Well, dat's one way to do it, den. [Ishas is resigned.]

[ylt_dawnherald]

What? Wait a minute!

[The attention of one mage has most certainly been grabbed.]

What do you mean drafted? What does she mean, drafted? For what?

[Tryice sounds very alarmed, but not for the reasons one might think. While his Orcish has improved greatly since his arrival - enough to have even done well in his short conversation with Ishas over the rainbow glitter giraffe incident even! - he still needs a moment to puzzle through longer statements.]

By the way, any body hungry? I have been working on a few spells! For food! And drink!

[nashrath]

You - you're the tourist, aren't you?

[All the elves look the same, but she thinks she recognizes that shirt - and the fact that he's clearly putting his sentences together word-by-word. Well, she's not completely merciless. She switches over to Common.]

Are you a mage?

[ylt_dawnherald]

[Funny, he could have sworn she said tourist. He blinks, but brushes that aside when she changes to Common. He looks relieved! Which is probably better than surprised. He can also speak that language you see!]

Yes, that's right! Did you want some cinnamon rolls? I've just about managed to perfect the really gooey kinds. With the frosting, you know? But the ones I can do aren't bad.

[Pause. ]

I also have water. Look!

[Here Nash, have a Conjured Cinnabon Cinnamon Roll. And some sparkling fresh water!]