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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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"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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