Harrow laughs and grins at Forty's spunk. "That's the Azerothian way," he says, elbowing her playfully.
Suddenly his expression drops and he stares into the middle distance. Wait a minute. The Azerothian way. The gears of his mind are visibly turning as he slowly drags his attention back to Forty.
"Since you and I can understand each other we're gonna have to team up now, huh? Armies of the Legionfall style." He hooks an arm around Forty's shoulders and pulls her in, and with the hand of that same arm jabs his thumb into his chest. Enjoy the brief headlock. "I speak an Earth language. I can be your translator!"
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Suddenly his expression drops and he stares into the middle distance. Wait a minute. The Azerothian way. The gears of his mind are visibly turning as he slowly drags his attention back to Forty.
"Since you and I can understand each other we're gonna have to team up now, huh? Armies of the Legionfall style." He hooks an arm around Forty's shoulders and pulls her in, and with the hand of that same arm jabs his thumb into his chest. Enjoy the brief headlock. "I speak an Earth language. I can be your translator!"