The Kodo was busy.
I had a talk with the only other orc there, Saraquael, the bartender. I told her my concerns regarding the other night where Washue Ravenhoof shot at Gintajo, but I do not believe that she actually understood my concern. I heard her talking to the tauren woman, who still does not seem to be bothered by her own foolishness, and just
How can any adult be so damned clueless, I don’t get it.
Saraquael seemed to think I was scared and stated that Ravenhoof would not shoot at any more of my friends if they didn’t make fun of her. For one, Gintajo is not my friend. Two? I wasn’t scared. Even though she shot at him with me standing between them I wasn’t scared. I’ve faced worse odds.
“I never miss”, she says. Neither do I.
I told the other orc that I stood up for him because I would stand up for anyone in that position, because that is the right thing to do and it’s so confusing – why don’t people understand that? I didn’t know he was in my unit (and I still don’t believe it).
I wish that Kishi girl had been there.
Saraquael is so… simple. I do not really understand how someone like that can manage to live so long. The way she went on about how this Zephyr Crew was like her family and how you protect your family really made me think she was trying to say something other than what she meant – I’m still certain of that.
I don’t think I’ll be supporting that establishment anymore. I think I understand why the Warcaller takes his own alcohol.
