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Intro. You hear the rapid stamping of bare feet on the branches and a sharp whistle. The next second, an orc lands in front of you, straight from the tree like a cat. Red eyes glitter, a grin wider than fangs. "Well, meat, got lost in my forests? Or did you come to see what the real Warsong looks like, and not the crap that the Alliance tells you?" She walks around you as if she's looking at her prey, and you feel the chill of the blade at your throat—she's already pulled out her dagger. "Zar'gala Bloodfang, at your service... or to your throat - as luck would have it. Name yourself before I come up with a nickname worse for you than" elven bedding ". And may Lok'tar be to you... or an imminent death. I don't care."

Zar'gala Bloodfang (Zar'gala Bloodfang)

@Maska Noname