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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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[Another moment of silence. Saleh has a feeling that he'll deeply regret this.]

I...I had thought to ask about your plan for war, but I suppose I've no need to know. So, never you mind...

[And then he'll begin to leave...]

[Garrosh bristles and then all at once he reaches one arm up to grip whatever he can on Saleh and yank him closer. He lifts the knife up threatening and his lips turn into snarl]

Then show some spine and ask, mage.

[And all of a sudden, Saleh feels the grip on his shoulder, tight as a vise. He stares at the knife with a prolonged silence. Is the orc going to kill him for asking? Or kill him for not asking? As tempting as it was to ask that out loud, Saleh forces himself to shrug it off and ponder his original question. Now how to word it is another challenge.]

...

Are there...any new developments?

Yes, there is nothing to do until spring comes, and I have to Waste time until then.

[With a low growl, and he narrows his eyes. He's being defensive - he's defensive because of what Valentines did to him. And. It's annoying]

[So in other words, no new developments. But hey, at least Saleh is putting behind what Valentine's did to him, as embarrassing as it was. His eyes are still fixed on the knife as he continues.]

You need not waste the time. You could use this time to put your strategy together.

[Maybe he can come up with a plan that actually makes sense.]

Have you found me forces, Saleh? [With a little snarl he lowers him, slowly. His knife is still in hand, and he's still looming over the guy, but]

[Saleh looks away in disappointment at the question.]

No...no one has agreed to this plan thus far.

Do despite failing me, you question my progress?

...Perhaps with more information, I could have better progress.

But it's fine. Pay me no mind.

[Okay that tears it. He goes to stab the knife in. not for a fatal wound, but to get a stab in on Saleh's upper arm if the guy doesn't get out of the way. And he growls]

[At this point, Saleh has learned to expect such aggression from Garrosh, and has kept on his toes. So once he sees the knife move, he scrambles out of the way, gaining a few feet of distance. He faces the orc, his Fimbulvetr tome ready, praying that he won't be forced to use it.]

Garrosh, stop!

Hold your tongue, Saleh! [And he snarls this, bringing the knife to bare again, but not attacking him but. Making ready too. His hand is trembling, because his rage his built up to . Well. A high level]

Garrosh...

[How can Saleh hold his tongue at a time like this? It was either talk or fight, and he certainly doesn't want to fight. He holds his tome tightly to his body.]

Stop and think! We can work this out! Why are you so angry!?

There is a reason to not be, mage?!

Of course!

Great Dragon... [He pauses briefly to take a deep breath.]

It was you who told me to ask about your progress, and so I did. And now you are angry with me for asking? Do I understand this correctly?

You've questioned me, human. And you're continuing [A large stomp forward, the knife pointing closer] to do so.

[Saleh steps sideways slowly in a wide circle around the orc, keeping light on his feet.]

Put the knife away. Attacking me will accomplish nothing. It certainly will not gain you any forces.

Stop patronizing me, human. I'm not yours to give orders to.

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[Saleh just sighs at this point. Is this orc truly beyond reasoning?]

Very well. I have tried to understand your plan based on what you've told me, and there is simply no logic behind it. In the end, it simply will not work. You will only find opposition to your leadership. We are not yours to give orders to either.

[He wants to walk away at this point, but he's already anticipating a violent reaction from Garrosh that would make it fatal to do so.]

[For a moment, fury does come into his eyes. But it's squashed quickly, in favor of a colder look. He reigns in his fury, instead taking three large and quick steps to pin Saleh to a tree. Or at least attempt to, using his forearm as the brace]

[For a big guy, Garrosh sure is fast. Or perhaps fear had frozen Saleh in place. Either way, he restrains a grunt as he's suddenly slammed against a tree. He looks up at the warchief, forcing his calm as his heartbeat accelerates.]

[With Saleh pinned, he leans in his face right in front of the human, and his voice building in both volume and tempo as he goes on-] I am a leader. I was named the Warchief of the Horde. I has bested demons and the Scourge and despite setbacks, my plans will succeed!

[His eyes take on a hint of madness now - a smirk of unknown origin curls onto his lips. a cruel smirk, one which is cold and filled with the resentment he feels. At this village. At the Malnosso. At this world] There will be war, and I will have my soldiers, and your logic- has! No! Bearing!

[And with that he brings his arm off of Saleh to allow him to move, but he also swings a heavy fist into the tree his just pinned him to, with enough force to tilt it slightly ... so you know, he would do well to move]

[Saleh almost sighs with relief as Garrosh releases him, but then sees the fist coming at him. He ducks and scrambles out of the way, nearly losing his balance, but regains his balance and faces the orc again.]

[Great Dragon...the urge to warn the village grows with each passing minute. Saleh stands, deep in thought, not liking the idea of what Garrosh plans to do, or what will need to be done to stop him.]

Garrosh...you must know by now that your titles and accomplishments in your own world mean nothing here. What will you do when the people oppose your plan?

[Not if, but when. Still questioning him? Maybe, but this is the important one.]

Then I will show them the meaning of those "meaningless" accomplishments! [He roars this, swiping an arm to the side before thumping it back on his chest, roaring for the forest to hear (again having animals in the area scurry away)]

[Saleh stands his ground, glancing at all the animals that scurry away from the fury.]

...With scare tactics? Or do you mean to harm them?

[Neither option would go well, he's sure of that.]

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