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Being let loose with a bucket load of money was quite a tantalizing thing. He'd have to watch his budget, but in the mean time Ter'thelas was in the market for first of all, real clothing. He cut into one of the clothing stores and immediately set about purchasing everything durable and practical he could get his hands. Five shirts, three sets of trousers, two belts, two sturdy pairs of boots, several jackets and coats and various other miscellany later, he had what he needed. But he still had plenty of money to burn. Perhaps some food to squirrel away?

Or perhaps he could see if someone sold mana. Not impossible on a planet like this, it seemed. In any case, he set off into the streets, shopping bags slung over one shoulder as he wandered the stalls.

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Ter'thelas caught a glimpse of green skin out of the corner of his eye and turned automatically, assuming it was an orc wanting something--and it was. Just not quite what he expected. He smiled, sidling up to Ronnae's side as she looked over the stalls.

"See anything interesting?"

The suddenness got a small jump out of her, but she relaxed, albeit embarrassed, at the sight of a familiar face.

"Oh, n-not really. I was just browsing now that I got the necessary things out of the way. Trying to see if I find anything of interest."

She smiled shyly, nodding at him. "How has your shore leave been treating you? Find anything interesting as of yet?"

"Mostly clothing and food. I'm not about to stick with wearing that disgusting plant suit. Also some personal care items. Soap, shampoo, toothbrush. Gunpowder, shot. Grenades. The little things." He smiled, shrugging one shoulder. He's rather weighed down with bags at the moment.

"And it's nice to get off that thing, even if I've only been aboard a short while."

She nodded, noticing the abundance of bags. "It is nice leaving the ship. It can get very depressing in there. And one of the first things I did upon arrival was get clothes crafted by the resident tailor. I really didn't feel comfortable with the suit..." For more reasons than one. Not only was the suit alive, and pulsing and.... all over her. But it was skin tight and showed a WHOLE lot more than she was comfortable showing.

She eyed him curiously, tilting her head slightly, "Need help with those?" She motioned to the bags.

"How kind of you to help an old man with his bags, especially since you're young and in your prime. Thank you." He immediately began piling her arms with bags, grinning.

"It's not that it's not comfortable, it's more that it breathed. Plus, no pockets."

She could easily carry a whole deal of bags as long as the dimensions of said items didn't unbalance her, since the weight wouldn't be the problem for a warrior such as herself.

She smiled shyly back at him, "It's alright really, I handled all my things early so I didn't have to deal with it while I walked. So I don' mind helpin' a little. And yes I didn' like it breathin' on me... or pulsing... or squirming." Yeah she didn't like the suits much.

"You're a very considerate young woman, Ronnae. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't pick up more of that orc rough and tumble from your. . .mother, was it?" He moved along easily not that he had removed some of his bulky baggage.

"Well I was raised fairly pleasantly, left to my own devices and spoiled a bit." She laughed a bit shyly.

"That by no means meant they weren't stern in my training, and discipline."

"Of course not. I'm just surprised you're so. . .elf-like. For being a halfbreed, I mean." He didn't seem too mindful of whether his words might be hurtful or not.

The term obviously still carried a hurtful weight to it by the small change in her features as he spoke them. But aside from that she made no other mention or change at the moment.

"I well... I was raised with these things in mind, specially by my father. My mom agreed to it, they thought it'd be best I suppose. I then attended one of Silvermoon trade schools so that sorta stuck as well."

"Ah, so you had a proper education, not some orcish battle school or some other nonsense." Ter seemed pleased by her response. He paused to examine a few items at one stall, held up a dagger.

"Hmm. What do you think?" He pulled the weapon partially from its sheathe to examine the edge.

She blushed at the comment, but didn't say anything further, knowing better on that subject. Instead she eyed the dagger curiously and shrugged.

"I don't know, I was never a fan of buying pre-made items. They never had the same feel as a weapon crafted and meant for your hands."

"I've never really had anything crafted specifically for me. Signature weaponry has never really been my 'thing' as they say." He put the dagger down and moved on.

"So, your parents. How did they meet?"

"It was one helluva chance according to my dad. Apparently my mom had been denying from day one. He met her during a joint mission to Blackrock, she was after the same target as he, but they didn't know they were assigned to it by different people. Apparently dad got to it first, which angered my mom who's very competitive, she beat him up and told him to stay away from her targets. Apparently that's what drove my dad to try and tame the wild flower he had met that day." She laughed a little.

"Your father is a braver man than I, in that case. Before we joined the Horde, the only contact I had with orcs was killing them," Ter'thelas replied, smiling.

"It was a bit to take in, joining the Horde. Though after our betrayal, I don't think we really had another choice."

Her gaze dropped, she had heard plenty of times about Grand Marshal Garithos and the humans betrayal, but it never made it any more pleasant to hear.

"I can understand, but it's turned out for the best don't you think? I well... t-that's not for me to say... I know a lot of elves preferred the alliance..." She fidgeted a little.

"It's turned out for the best, in the end, yes. Still, it's disappointing, after all we did to help the humans, they turned on us. But what can you expect from them?" He shrugged, then threw an arm over Ronnae's shoulders in a fatherly fashion.

"Now, Ronnae, you're a nice girl but you really must learn to assert yourself more. You're partially Sin'dorei, and partially orc. Both of them are proud races, but you seem hesitant, almost like you're afraid of offending people. Don't worry about that. You're Sin'dorei, at least partially, and that means you're better than them. Put a little spine into it!" Ter'thelas chuckled quietly.

"Really, that's the thing I've noticed about you. You're so hesitant."

Any other day Ronnae would have recoiled at the touch, specially from a sin'dorei. Memories from her trade school days often plaguing her. But it seemed today she just slacked a bit and looked down embarrassed.

"I know... and being how I am only makes it that much worse to reassert myself as the proud woman I ought to be... I just... It's complicated, and I don't feel comfortable speaking of it here.... T-thanks for the vote of confidence tho." She offered a small smile.

"Hm. If you don't wish to discuss it, I shan't press further, but if you ever do feel comfortable talking about it, please come to me. We're kin, after all. United by blood, though not in the literal sense, I should expect." He withdraws, glancing over the various goods for sale as he continues his stroll.

"Please, don't hesitate to ask me for help if you require it."

She... had completely pegged him wrong, that alone made her feel a tinge of guilt. Sure he wasn't one of 'them' but he was a sin'dorei, and she had grown fearful of them Granted that was pretty pathetic since she lived in their capitol.

"I... t-thanks... I r-really appreciate it. I offer you the same, if you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask."

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