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[Garrosh appeared in the forest. An unfamiliar but lush forest. It's clearly not Ashenvale and it's not any other one he's familiar with, but there's game to be found and it's pleasant. But it is also certainly not Durotar, he's alone, with no gear or weapon and his back is pain. Still, instinct drives him: the first thing an orc needs, be it on Azeroth or in Outland, is some sort of weapon. He scouts around for a sturdy looking branch and a sharp seeming rock to fashion himself, with an hour or so's work, a primitive spear. With this supplementing his eight foot tall, muscular (and tattooed) brown form, he's better off.

...Aside from the weird partial polymorph on his back. He doesn't know magic (at least no well), so while pride dictates he'd prefer not to have these wings, with no immediate implication the black things are a detriment to him and (from when he reached to try to tug on them) the realization that they are sensitive, he's resolved to ignore him until he can force answers out of a mage.

So, the massive but quiet (he is a skilled hunter, after all) man is now skulking in the forest. Both to find something to eat, and to find answers (being as how he ignored the journal at his feet originally, oops). So if you're in the forest, particularly if you're not an orc or troll or goblin or tauren or look like any of those, expect to be hunted. It might be dangerous, but he is looking to question, not kill, at the moment. Probably.

He will, of course, probably make it to town eventually, and when he does you'll also see him going to the Smithy and then promptly back out of town with his gear in hand, following the rivers and going up to survey the mountains/more of the forest over the next few days, camping as he goes. So if you'd like to chime in there, that's possible too.]

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[The man was over his shoulder, but once he's walked into the Dome (this place feels strange, like Draenei cities...) he sets the man down on a bed before he finally turns to the human woman, looming over her. So she's a healer?]

He should not have taken our disagreement so lightly. However, I see now he's also not my enemy. See to it that he does not die.

[And then, from the waistline of his cotton paints (he's still in the new feather garb, after all, so he's just got a slightly too small pair of pants on) he drops Derek's journal on the ground]

You disagree so you crush his leg? Clearly that was the only course of action.

[She has to spare the great, muscular...she can't think of the proper word for him right now, but being. An incredulous glare.]

And you wait until that to decide whether or not he's...

[She has no words, honestly. Well she has several but they would all end in a very swift and painful end, she should imagine. So she simply hefts him against her side and starts carting him to the nearest examination room. She'll come back for the book.]

I never thought I would see the day that I'd prefer Unger's means of disagreement.

...Not his fault.

[Yeah, he is rambling a little bit.]

I kinda pissed him off after he told me I was his prisoner.

[And he's stumbling a bit like a minute old calf.]

...s'all good, really.

I do not care about your judgement, woman. See him healed -- I might have use for such a warrior later.

[And he makes a light laugh kek]

You are released from being my prisoner,

[He intends this to be a parting comment. He's really not no reason to stay, after all--- but then hr realizes something. He curses this oversight and goes to stomp back in further to head into the examination room with them. He forgot to ask him name.]

[Adele spares a rather stern glare for the mumbling vampire hunter.]

He won't be much use to anyone if he keeps running his mouth like an idiot.

[Derek.

Derek, honestly.

Honestly, Derek. Honestly.

Honestly?

Honestly. Derek.

Derek. Honestly.

Honestly.]

Honestly.

[Once her mental and softly verbal diatribe is over she sets him on the nearest exam table and starts cutting away the leg of his jeans, only pausing to call back over her shoulder when she hears someone at the door.]

Patients, attending physicians, and next of kin only. As you are none of the above- wait outside.

[For his part, Derek will just lay back and close his eyes, the room rocking around him. He has only one woozy response to her one spoken word.]

...long story...

[And then he starts drifting off. Any further commentary from him will be limited to answering direct questions.]

[...Grrrah. He's got no intention to wait around for-] Then tell me his name.

John. John Jovboni.

[Because like hell she's giving him Derek's real name when a disagreement warrants a warped and ruined leg.]

[....What a simple name. Whatever. He grunts and nods] When he awakens, tell him that mine if Garrosh Hellscream.

[And with that, he actually will turn to go. and get his weapons and armor at the smithy]