[ He moves like a druid in cat form, quick and fluid. Kettara holds into her weapons, just in case, teeth bared. He smells human, more or less, and she's never met a human worthy of trust. Master Muln says the humans are like the rest of Azeroth and it does nothing to judge them as a whole, when the individual pieces haven't been given a chance to speak for themselves. Kettara finds it hard to believe that, most of the time. But she's met honorable and strong warriors among the goblins, cruel orcs even under the Horde's banner, and the Grimtotem - oh, she remembers them.
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A piece is not the whole.
She lowers her weapons. Marginally. ]
A different...dimension? What is it called?