"And you say, this was the puppy you had in mind?" Lolegolas asked. The blood elf had the urge to poke the sleeping werewolf with a stick, but he fought it down without much trouble. "Let me be clear here, though. Did you strap the tusks on him, or did he come that way?"
"He was walking out of that practically new troll area," Throgg said. "There is no Zul, only Aman. Or something like that."
Lolegolas pushed a slender hand through his hair. "While I salute your mastery of pop culture references, don't you think raising a worgen would be a lot of work? From the look of that headpiece, this druid's clearly feral. We don't have much room in our flat."
"He did seem pretty agile," Throgg answered. "I just figured since he was wearing a troll-themed Savager's Mask, he might be a little more orc-friendly. And it's so macho-sounding!"
"What? I don't even ... " Lolegolas started, but he was quickly interrupted.
"Rawr!" Throgg growled, pantomiming claws in the air. "I'm so savage. Rawr!"
"You do understand you're throwing our whole role assignments into confusion," Lolegolas said. "Who's the tank? Maybe if we tame him, he'll heal. Then we can have a proper instance group."