07-13-2016, 09:07 AM
The jaguar savar cocks a smile at the man's words and opens her mouth to reply when she sees the approaching Orc. With a strangled cry her hand darts into her physicians bag, retrieving a silvery dagger and holding it up defensively towards the greenskin. With a tight voice of warning she calls softly but urgently to the dark elf.
"Corvus there's an Orc! I will not be a Vulkuran slave." The last is half muttered and her skin seems to almost ripple until the Orc's words reach her. Her determined gaze clouds a bit with confusion and her eyes roam over the Brewmaster's attire and position before she stands a bit straighter, dagger moving back to her bag.
"Corvus there's an Orc! I will not be a Vulkuran slave." The last is half muttered and her skin seems to almost ripple until the Orc's words reach her. Her determined gaze clouds a bit with confusion and her eyes roam over the Brewmaster's attire and position before she stands a bit straighter, dagger moving back to her bag.