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[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall is out in a park, looking rather reverent as he kneels in the thin blanket of snow. A small altar of rocks is in front of him, a small fire burning an offering. After kneeling in silence for a few moments, Thrall stands, taking a bottle from a saddlebag on his wolf's side. He carefully breaks the wax seal on the rim of the bottle,

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[divine_sun_wolf]

[Ammy trots over to inspect it, sniffing carefully. Whatever that stuff he poured over things, it had to at least be as strong as Kushi's Thunder Brew. She whuffs at Thrall in greeting, her tail wagging.]

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall smiles a bit as he sees Ammy approach, and pulls a shallow bowl from another saddlebag from the nearby wolf mount. He pours some of the wine into the bowl and holds it out in offering to Ammy.]

You honor me with your presence, spirit. I trust this year's Winter Veil finds you well?

[divine_sun_wolf]

[Ammy snuffles at it, it smells just as strong as the rest of it. But not wanting to be rude, she shifted, settling her kimono around her before taking the bowl with a respectful bow.]

I am very well. And yourself?

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall blinks in surprise, but quickly regains his composure.]

Alright... a little worried I must admit, but otherwise I'm fine, great spirit... Forgive me if I overstep my bounds, but, may I ask your name?

[divine_sun_wolf]

I am Amaterasu, goddess of the sun. [She pauses, thinking a little.] Though that was in Nippon. I do not think that most of the people here even know I existed.

[Ah well, she lifts the bowl and takes a sip, then tries her best not to cough and sputter. That...was very, very strong. Whatever it was. Ammy was not used to drinking alcohol and her eyes watered at little. But she finishes it, covering her mouth with her sleeve as she tries to hide her cough.]

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall smiles and raises his bottle, surpressing a slight chuckle at the cough. While, in his head, Thrall knows Ammy should be hundreds of years old, but can't help but think she looks like a small girl at the moment.]

You humble me with your favor, goddess.

[Thrall takes another drink and holds the bottle out for Ammy's inspection.]

The finest wine in my home world... a personal recipe of Chen Stormstout, finest Panderan Brewmaster in all of Azeroth.

[divine_sun_wolf]

[Ammy sniffed at the wine, already starting to wobble a little where she sat. Kasu and Kushi would be able to appreciate this, but unfortunately most of what Thrall said flew right over her head.]

Would that I could compare it to the wine back home, but I cannot say I have had any before this. So I am afraid I cannot compliment it properly. My apologies.

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall chuckles a bit, the wine starting to effect him as well. Thrall scoots closer to Ammy, clapping her on the back, as he would any of his advisors should they share a drink together.]

Heh! That's quite alright... Chen didn't brew for praise, he did it merely for the satisfaction of enjoying it with friends.

[divine_sun_wolf]

[That knocks the wind out of her a little, but her tail wags.]

Kushi was the same as well. Brewing sake was her life, she did it simply because she enjoyed it.

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall smirks, putting his meaty arm around Ammy's shoulders and leaning back against the oversized wolf, pulling Ammy with him.]

Ah... you reming me of Jaina... [Yes, Thrall is rambling, but keeping his speech unslurred; a necessity for an orcish diplomat.]

...great power... ability to crush worlds... but a kind heart... that could even come to accept an "ugly" orc... [Thrall accents the last remark by turning a toothy grin to Ammy, pointing at the tusks.]

[divine_sun_wolf]

An 'orc'? [She blinks.]

I have never really heard of those, but you do sort of resemble one of the ogres, though you do not smell like the darkness as they do.

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall laughs at that.]

It's true... we Orcs have a lot of history with ogres... but we are most definately not the giant, gluttonous, idiotic, slobs as they... heh... and where I'm from... they do smell like darkness... but they reek of things far more foul...

[Thrall chuckles again.]

[celestial_okami]

[Her ears flatten against her hair and she makes a face.]

Ogres are a pain, and they smell and they're noisy and they cause problems everywhere.

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall nods sagely, giving Ammy's shoulder a slight squeeze.]

Aye... they do seem to have a knack for fouling things up... especially the two-headed ones... particularly foul beings there...

[Thrall smirks and looks at Ammy again.]

They're so dumb where I'm from, that in order to harness even the most rudim... rudimen... peppermint? Basic of magics, th-they had to put two brains into one body.

[Thrall tips the bottle back again, lifting the bottle so as to point the bottom straight up in the air... as if he wasn't already smashed.]

[divine_sun_wolf]

Two heads? [She makes a face.] I've never battled any with two heads...

[son_of_durotan]

[Thrall grunts a bit, turning his gaze back to the altar, suddenly looking contemplative.]

Nn... that does not surprise me... two-headed ogres are not born... they are made... An orc warlock, who led my people to the brink of destruction all for empty promises of power from demons, devised a ritual that would fuse the souls of two ogres into one... creating the brutal, magically adept, bloodthirsty, monstrosities that they are...