Valamunre watched as the Orc she had just saved stood next to her, still watching for oncoming Alliance, making sure Zhaagrom didn't run off anywhere else.
"You have saved me elf, for that I am eternally grateful. No harm shall fall as long as I breathe. I will honor my blood debt. Lead the way my lady."
Valamunre quirked an eyebrow, tilting her head a little towards the man. His words confused her. Blood debt? Eternally grateful? Why, if someone had saved her life, she would never make herself their life protector. She couldn't help but enjoy the thought of it though. Someone wanting to owe her back, in an honorable way, rather than the money way she was used to.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak to the Orc, a Gnome began blasting fireballs, trying to aim properly but failing. It had singed a bit of the bottom of Valamunre's robes, the warlock jumping back a little. She glared, sicking Zhaagrom on the Gnome, the felhunter immediately silencing the little runt.
"Well, if you're here to help, a name would be nice, instead of calling you a brute, Orc, or whatever insult would pop into my head." Valamunre told him, soon followed up with muttering, a curse bolting out of her fingertips. "Valamunre Silverhawk, though I do like being called Lady, that was a nice touch." she introduced, the Gnome nearly overcome by Zhaagrom, the felhound almost her size.
Valamunre saw how weak the Gnome was and let Zhaagrom finish her off, the tiny pleas for help nothing but a migraine to her. How some of the Alliance let weaklings join them boggled her. Why would you let someone who can't fend for themselves fend for others and their territory?
The warlock's ear twitched, the sound of someone yelling bothering her. It was in common, a language she understood well, but definitely not her native tongue. She glared, noting that more reinforcements had arrived. She snapped her fingers and Zhaagrom was back by her side, the blood of the Gnome slipping away from his teeth and onto the wood of the dock.
"Block me real quick, would you?" Valamunre asked her new warrior acquaintance, stepping behind him to where only more Horde soldiers were. With her hands slightly glowing a bile green, she moved them in quick circles, and in a matter of seconds, three healthstones appeared. They bubbled inside, the glow fading slowly. She turned around and stepped beside the Orc again, dropping one in her robe pocket, and the other two into his hands. "Just in case."
The reinforcements of the Alliance were emerging from the ship, Valamunre narrowing her eyes and trying to pick the weakest from the strongest. She crossed her arms over her chest, nodding her head in their direction. "I suggest you pick an enemy to torment, and I follow."
Edited by Valamunre on 9/27/2012 11:52 AM PDT