The imposing figure steps forward, flattening a few stray chunks of rotten flesh under one big hoof. This hoof bumps into the sad, sagging sack of a spud you sit on,kicking it up the slightest of inches and knocking you towards this speckled hoof!
"Ick. How can this tavern attract such a crowd with a menu like this? If it were up to me, I would never set foot in such a seedy establishment."
Her pure white eyes hide behind a look of disgust, she kicks the potato away and scrapes a plateful of half-eaten mutton onto the vacated spot it once lay in. You have found a spot to cling to in the fur above her hoof, thankful to not be under the thunderous stomps she takes as the Draenei turns and steps right back on the potato!
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