"And they just ... gave you the information?" Lolegolas asked. "They just told where these people were, didn't wonder if you might be a spy?" The Blood Elf's eyebrows were dubious -- well, the Blood Elf was dubious; his eyebrows just displayed that emotion.
"I had my Alliance citizenship proof," the Worgen said, gesturing at a small chicken next to him.
"A chicken?" Throgg asked.
"A Westfall chicken," the druid said. "It's an Alliance fowl."
"Oh the Alliance is f ... " Throgg started, but Lolegolas cut him off with a shout of "Don't!"
The druid looked bemused. "Only Alliance can get this particular poultry, and only in Westfall. It's quite a prestigious plucker. A clever clucker."
Lolegolas kept his hand clasped tightly over the Orc's mouth and gave the druid an angry look. "You're doing this on purpose. And besides, the Undead have the chickens, too."