[ She moves closer, watching him with open curiosity. He doesn't look at all like the Blood Knights she's seen marching out of Ogrimmar, with their shining armor and hard, fel-green eyes. Regardless, he is not human, and that makes him the closest thing to an ally she's found in this place.
The relief is awful. She tries not to show it. ]
It's human technology. It never makes sense.
[ The disdain is obvious. Kettara flattens her ears, wishing she was elsewhere. But that is a childish desire, and she will move past it. She takes a breath and stands up a little straighter. Even in borrowed clothes, she cuts an imposing figure; six feet tall, green, and too large to be mistaken for anything except what she is. ]
My name is Kettara Bloodthirst, of the Earthen Ring.
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The relief is awful. She tries not to show it. ]
It's human technology. It never makes sense.
[ The disdain is obvious. Kettara flattens her ears, wishing she was elsewhere. But that is a childish desire, and she will move past it. She takes a breath and stands up a little straighter. Even in borrowed clothes, she cuts an imposing figure; six feet tall, green, and too large to be mistaken for anything except what she is. ]
My name is Kettara Bloodthirst, of the Earthen Ring.