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[So Garrosh sort of quietly moved into town after he got back from his mission that he went on after the Valentines event. Despite this, he has been refusing to eat the food provided at the grocery. So in two everyday events you might into him either in the area of House 57, removing some of the provided furnishings, retrofitting the house, trying to look like he's not living in it, or you might run into him in the forest checking his snares, getting some berries which still grow in the winter, and generally trying to survive off the land. It's made him way more hungry than he would be but he's still managing it.

Run into him in either of those locations. Or around them.

But you can also run into him actually in town. He considers going to the bar, but he's not sure that's fixed yet, and it's pissing him off. So instead he veers off to the item shop or the smithy to collect some metal plates, wood, or bone - whatever he can find - to bring back to his new house and construct a Horde symbol. This is so infuriatingly domestic, running into him in the course of this will probably provoke much, well, anger. Possibly violence too. So run into him in either of those capacities as well]

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[The crossbow does lower. ...To aim at his throat rather than between his eyes.]

Better? I can take it lower, if you want.

[Chest. Groin.

With this crossbow, she only has one bolt before she has to reload. So the first shot? Has to count.]

Or. You can back off my kill. And I can put it away totally.

I've no intention in taking in another's kill [Even if, as he says it, his stomach rumbles. He has more dignity than to steal something. But he doesn't move either, keeping a steady glare at the woman. Sure, he's not as armored or armed as he could be, but h's fairly confident he can survive some human woman's first shot if he decided to go there] because unlike trolls, and orc doesn't thieve their way through life.

[And Gretel, for her part, isn't totally relaxing or stepping toward her kill. But at the word "orc," she gets it. A little.

And, well. A lack of hostility sort of worked with Edward, so maybe she can try it here. Wouldn't hurt to have something big on her side.]

We don't have orcs where I'm from. Or, at least, I've never run into one.

[She lowers her crossbow a little more, relaxes her posture a little.]

But you have trolls?

[Somehow that just... annoys him. The idea that trolls can exist in another world but his orcs don't. But then... Azeroth was like that before the orcs showed up, so far enough. He tilts his head slightly and exhales hard through his nose]

Yep. Most of 'em work with witches. Which means I kill quite a lot of them.

[She sounds way too pleased with herself when she says it.]

Met one who didn't, though. He wasn't too bad.

Trolls work for witches in your world? Their women control them? That's a reversal.

[And he snorts at it a little. Orcs are way more sex-equal than trolls tend to be. And even them aren't that good at it.]

I don't know if their women do. Don't think I've ever run into a female troll before. [Though, thinking about it, there must be female trolls. Or how else would there still be trolls?]

But yeah. They tend to work for witches. Which makes killing witches really difficult. Because trolls? Are not fun to fight.

[So the trolls are servants of women of some other species. Witches. His eyes narrow all the further, insulted that he was compared to them. He considers attacking her right then. But he reigns in his rage. He grips the axe a little tighter, but steps aside and motions with the hand holding it to the carcass]

Go on then, take it.

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