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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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You are a skilled mage, Saleh. I will remember that.

[Still skinning and stuff of course. He did this a lot in youth so it's second nature, but it still takes a while]

Mhm...

[He registers the compliment, but isn't about to brag about his ability. As curious as he is to learn more about this...person, he decides it can wait. He lays his head on the ground again, taking in the sight of the trees within his line of vision. A vision which gradually blurs as he feels himself slipping out of consciousness. His eyes drift closed slowly, softly. He would surely meet this creature again, whether he would still be here when the sage awakens or not...]

[Oh, Garrosh is making no effort to remain here the whole time. But there's still the time involved to cut up the deer, clean out the guts, make a fire, roast it. That all will end of taking hours, and he makes no real move to move, wake, or indeed do anything with Saleh. He'll steal this knife and nothing else too, out of some Respect.

If Saleh wakes within those hours, that's possible, but after he finishes eating, he'll have the fire out and get out]

[And Saleh will be out for most of those hours. It's around the time when the roasting is about done when he begins to awaken. He waits a moment for his senses to return before he attempts to move. His upper body no longer hurts as much, but he can still feel the throbbing pain in his head. He lifts his head, looking around; it appears that Garrosh is still here. Slowly, he begins to get up, rubbing the back of his head as he does so, pushing himself into a sitting position for a moment. He glances at where his staff had been kicked. Overall, it looks like he and his belongings are still intact, right where they had been left.]

[Still roasting. He's probably aware that Saleh has awakened, but he's yet to make a move for the guy or for his items. Right now, he's just watching the meet roast and waiting for it to get in his belly. Seriously, he's famished, and it's probably these wings. Somehow]

[Saleh watches Garrosh carefully. He probably should make him aware of his awakening if he isn't already. Saleh doesn't care to try being sneaky. Well, there's really no reason to stick around at this point. It's getting late, and he should probably get back to the village. But would Garrosh simply let him leave? Saleh is still wary of him after that unwarranted attack.]

[First things first, he should retrieve his own items. So carefully, Saleh stands and waits to see how Garrosh would react.]

[A short rumble from the back of his throat is his greeting, and he glances over at the man, a severe look on his face]

I will allow you to retrieve your items and go. If you make any move to attack me, however, you will die.

[Saleh gives a nod in response, although it brings to mind his earlier question that had been unanswered.]

I've no reason to attack you. But...if I may ask...why did you attack me?

I've answered that already. [To secure this clearing. Because he was human and he's on edge. Because there's a risk he was a member of the Twilight's Hammer. Because he was in a bad mood]

[Another pause as he thinks back on the conversation before. Garrosh hadn't outright stated his reasons, but only mentioned taking control of the clearing that could be a possible reason. Perhaps the questioning had been another reason.]

Very well...

[Calmly, he walks over to where his staff lay on the ground. He picks it up and holds it vertically in front of him with both hands. He concentrates, the blue orb of the staff glowing with a soothing energy. Combining that with Nala's magic, he allows the glow to engulf him for a moment to heal himself. Just to be safe.]

[ Healing magic, for a mage? Gosh. That's not fair. Oh well. He keeps his gaze steadily on the human as he goes]

[One day, Saleh will educate him on how magic works in his world, and that he's surpassed the mage level by becoming a sage. In the meantime, when his healing is finished, he'll walk over to his bag. He does a quick exterior examination to see if everything was there. Of course he can't really tell if everything's still in there, so he'll have to search it more thoroughly later. Thankfully he wasn't carrying anything that can't be easily replaced.]

[So he picks up the bag and slings it over his shoulder, giving Garrosh another glance.]

I shall head back to the village now. I suspect we will meet again.

[Since Saleh practically spends more time in the forest than in the village. With that said, he begins to leave the clearing.]

Perhaps we shall. [He doesn't give him a proper sendoff. Skilled or not, he is a human. He returns to his roast. All he stole from that guy was some pride and a knife, so. He came out on top, but not enough to tarnish his honor. If humans have that]