Llane slowly turned toward the unknown man and took him in properly. Definitely a Lothar, he finds himself thinking, though there was something else about him that he could not place completely. His armor held the detail of one of a line of Royalty, though he did not know how to properly place such a person. No leader would have hidden the boy as a child, a proud son and he was sure to be a fine leader to any troops under his command.
He did not unclasp his hands as he began to make his way down the stairs to silently prowl around the unknown man to take a closer look at him. The fur was matted, slightly damp and he could smell the salt on his form like a punch to the face. He was wet. Though there had been no body of salt water on the Black Morass, let alone anything alive at this point because of that blasted gate.
"As much as I am sure my family gives you their thanks," he finally piped up, slightly behind him to the left, staring at the armor, "I am still owed a reason for being manhandled through a portal and being forced to leave behind my men. I should have remained there with them." But he could not deny that he could see the logic in the other's methods and it really did rankled something in him.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? You are no son of any royalty I can place on Azeroth, though you hold yourself and wear armor of one. Are you, too, from the same place as the orcs? Or do I have reason to worry that more of you will be coming from another portal? Not that I am against it if they are all as quick witted as you - but I would prefer to know before what little remains of my men begin pouring in here with their own issues of more like you appearing from no where. I do not think the Stockade would be adaquate enough to hold any of you for long."
Stepping around the warrior, Llane tips his brow up and he stands in front of him considering. "A name would be enough for now, you're risking a chill with your current regalia. My queen undoubtedly has already found you some new clothes to wear as a show of her thanks."
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Llane slowly turned toward the unknown man and took him in properly. Definitely a Lothar, he finds himself thinking, though there was something else about him that he could not place completely. His armor held the detail of one of a line of Royalty, though he did not know how to properly place such a person. No leader would have hidden the boy as a child, a proud son and he was sure to be a fine leader to any troops under his command.
He did not unclasp his hands as he began to make his way down the stairs to silently prowl around the unknown man to take a closer look at him. The fur was matted, slightly damp and he could smell the salt on his form like a punch to the face. He was wet. Though there had been no body of salt water on the Black Morass, let alone anything alive at this point because of that blasted gate.
"As much as I am sure my family gives you their thanks," he finally piped up, slightly behind him to the left, staring at the armor, "I am still owed a reason for being manhandled through a portal and being forced to leave behind my men. I should have remained there with them." But he could not deny that he could see the logic in the other's methods and it really did rankled something in him.
"Who are you? Where did you come from? You are no son of any royalty I can place on Azeroth, though you hold yourself and wear armor of one. Are you, too, from the same place as the orcs? Or do I have reason to worry that more of you will be coming from another portal? Not that I am against it if they are all as quick witted as you - but I would prefer to know before what little remains of my men begin pouring in here with their own issues of more like you appearing from no where. I do not think the Stockade would be adaquate enough to hold any of you for long."
Stepping around the warrior, Llane tips his brow up and he stands in front of him considering. "A name would be enough for now, you're risking a chill with your current regalia. My queen undoubtedly has already found you some new clothes to wear as a show of her thanks."