[@RaeoftheLight] A man soon approached Moeasha, but it wasn't Azerus.
A large burly fisherman brandishing a heavy club like it infused him with authority staggered up to her and spoke with the clear heavy scent of whiskey on his breath.
"[b]What'cha think ya doing here lassie?[/b]" he aggressively questioned.
"[b]I think ya one of tha's wizards com to cause us trouble again![/b]"
He uses his size to lean over her as he intimidatingly stares her in the eyes.