There were smart comments that could be made about Greymane's declaration that he wasn't being brought back to Azeroth... though the contradictory second comment implied that he was still planning on doing just that. Instead, he settled for a flat look and then turned his attention to the clothes he was brought.
They were definitely to large, but he didn't say anything and only began shedding the jacket -- he shivered near violently at the sudden gust of air and pulled the warmed leather back around him to give the Worgen a considering look.
"I feel a little insulted you think I'm that large," he finally muttered and slowly got to his feet. He ignored how his stomach was revolting as he moved to peer down at the items Genn had procured and quickly snatched up a clean roll of bandages and and empty waterskin. His eyes roved over the other items unt he found both salve that would aid in healing his head wound and the large scratches along his side, as well as a clean cloth before he scuttled back out of the Worgen's way and grabbed Atiesh in the crook of his arm.
The perfect way for revenge hit him as he stared at the water skin and without any noise, the Archmage blinked outside and moved to sit next to the river so he could fill the waterskin and dampen the cloth to clean the wounds on his side more. He knew he could do it properly with the salve that was brought to him and get the beginning of the infection off of his wounds.
Perhaps it was petty that he hoped his sudden disappearance would cause Genn some mild discomfort, maybe a fraction of what the other had caused him when he clearly didn't understand that he had been asked to stay.
Belatedly, he began to wonder if he was just taking the rising anger he was feeling out on Greymane. Though, it was still in a more passive way than the other had done to him. He remembered thinking the Worgen would kill him, that he deserved it. Yet here he was, roughly scraping at his wounds that were not given to him by the wolf and being annoyed over something so trivial.
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They were definitely to large, but he didn't say anything and only began shedding the jacket -- he shivered near violently at the sudden gust of air and pulled the warmed leather back around him to give the Worgen a considering look.
"I feel a little insulted you think I'm that large," he finally muttered and slowly got to his feet. He ignored how his stomach was revolting as he moved to peer down at the items Genn had procured and quickly snatched up a clean roll of bandages and and empty waterskin. His eyes roved over the other items unt he found both salve that would aid in healing his head wound and the large scratches along his side, as well as a clean cloth before he scuttled back out of the Worgen's way and grabbed Atiesh in the crook of his arm.
The perfect way for revenge hit him as he stared at the water skin and without any noise, the Archmage blinked outside and moved to sit next to the river so he could fill the waterskin and dampen the cloth to clean the wounds on his side more. He knew he could do it properly with the salve that was brought to him and get the beginning of the infection off of his wounds.
Perhaps it was petty that he hoped his sudden disappearance would cause Genn some mild discomfort, maybe a fraction of what the other had caused him when he clearly didn't understand that he had been asked to stay.
Belatedly, he began to wonder if he was just taking the rising anger he was feeling out on Greymane. Though, it was still in a more passive way than the other had done to him. He remembered thinking the Worgen would kill him, that he deserved it. Yet here he was, roughly scraping at his wounds that were not given to him by the wolf and being annoyed over something so trivial.