Taking umbrage, Hellsqueak stamps her tiny feet against the cold ground, hardened by father winter. Landing with a muted thud a sharp pain shoots through her right foot and into her leg ebbing into a buoyant pause. She is overcome however, by a surging tide of anger and resumes her act of indignation which is echoed by a high-pitched squeal.
"I am not a…
OWW!
… stupid, squeaky Blood Elf…
OWW!
I am the daughter of the mighty Garrosh…
OWW!
Heallscream, and it is my destiny to…"
She pauses to cradle her tender foot, wincing at the pain stabbing at the nerve endings of her sole. Still, she persists, absent the petulance.
“My destiny is to restore my father’s Horde!”
Foot in hand she heatedly hops away to the more hospitable environs of the nearby Inn.