"My younger sister," Taurog begins with a cautious stare at you. "I would appreciate it if you did not refer to her as a 'bessie' to anyone ever again."
"That being said, she
is a good girl. Quite the intelligent younger
sibling both Pazo and I have come to love
and protect. Our parents died shortly after
her birth and we have been on the run ever
since, moving from settlement to settlement.
I'm afraid not having a stable area to grow
up in has had an adverse affect on her, but
since Tauren are naturally nomadic in nature,
I thought this might go overlooked."
"She is a proud tauren, who often complains about her chosen path as a Tribal Shaman. I admit I may have had a hand in convincing her to join this path, but such inner personal strength should be shared with the tribe as a whole, and not kept to ones self. She no longer is allied with the Horde, but does travel from village to village working her magics and trading goods as need be. She frequently stops through the Tavern here to have a keg or two. For such a tiny tauren she drinks as a dwarf twice her size would. But all in all pays for what she drinks through bringing us special herbs and materials we use for the bar here."
"A word of caution when approaching her. Our brother Pazo is very protective of her, and her last boyfriend was barely able to limp his way back to Mulgore, his bullhood having been fed to a crockolisk. My sister can be very flirtatious, as can Pazo's maul. Not a threat, just a word of caution."
