"I don't report to you." There was clear resentment, in her tone, in her twisted features. The Arm of Kalimdor had done nothing to endear itself to Naunet, in fact had treated her and the other Outriders with nothing but suspicion, and it rankled her to have this orc ordering things from her like that.
Letting loose her mace upon another body was far too tempting. Naunet bit down, grinding her teeth together until she could hear the bones in her ears creaking. Then she spoke, voice stiff and gravelly, "Hell if I know - protectin' some fucked up magic. Y'can go see for yourself. I've got better things to do." The last sentence lashed out of her like the crack of a whip. Better things, like keep looking for Qa'chena, because she really didn't like thinking about what might be happening to that giant oaf after seeing what Ju'uzau had been up to in that barn. The Arm of Kalimdor could go stuff it.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunder storm. And these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."