Fellowship

At the Crossroads, a troll rogue thanked me for the campfire. A windshaper druid of the skyborne called out something playful and nonsensical. A Forsaken paladin said something about standing back from the fire I was about to start, and addressed me with a name that was not mine. I let it pass. A tauren shaman in Thunder Bluff kept shouting an offer of free enchanting on chests, but I didn't take it up.

Most of the day I wandered among strangers, and I mooed at a good many, as a tauren should. I greeted one Forsaken crowd with a plain "sup dawg". Parties formed and dissolved around me many times in the Undercity, and I called out for a tank more than once. At the Crossroads, while a group stood waiting for a lagging friend, I said, "wtf where is he". Another adventurer said he'd been away from the group. Later, when a task would not share, I told them, "won't let me".

I joined the guild Blacktide as a Grunt in Ratchet. Four others went with me into the Ruins of Lordaeron, and four into Shadowfang Keep. Over the long hours there I told them "k brb" when I had to step away. In Orgrimmar a crowd of strangers laughed and danced about me while I said, "Mine tail doth itch" and "Scratcheth it, wolves."

I was in and out of many groups today, most of them brief. In the Barrens I stood with a few strangers while we fought the Razormanes, and one of them was a tauren warrior who waved at me. At the Undercity I called out that I was a tank looking for a group, and finally found one for the Ruins of Lordaeron and Shadowfang Keep. I joined the guild Blacktide as a Grunt. I also called out "sup dawg" to a crowd and mooed at passersby, and one night I bowed before a stranger and danced.

I joined the guild Blacktide as a Grunt in the afternoon.

Other adventurers came and went in my party throughout the day. I said "sup dawg" aloud to a Forsaken mage in Undercity, and answered the greeting of a Forsaken rogue by mooing. In a group at the Crossroads I called out "wtf where is he" while we waited for a missing friend, who, a rogue told me, had stepped away. Later, in Orgrimmar, I muttered "Mine tail doth itch" and told the wolves to scratch it. I also bowed to a stranger and danced in Undercity.

I ended the day running the Ruins of Lordaeron with four others. When we split up, a troll warrior greeted me warmly, and a tauren druid joined the party near the end.

Parties came and went all day, and most were fleeting. In the sewers of Undercity I called out for a tank for hours, and at last gathered four others and went into the Ruins of Lordaeron. Earlier, in the Barrens, I stood in a band of strangers waiting for a laggard to return, and then pressed on with them.

At midday I joined the guild Blacktide as a grunt. I said little of consequence aloud: a casual greeting, a question, and a jest about my itching tail. And once I mooed.

I fell in with many groups today, and they came and went. I went about the Undercity and Orgrimmar mooing at strangers, as a tauren will: "Mooooooooooo." I greeted a gathering of the Forsaken with "sup dawg." Near the Barrens crossroads a few adventurers shared the work of freeing the shredder. Another time the Razormane were thick enough that I stood among a crowd of fighters and warlocks. In Orgrimmar I said, half to myself, "Mine tail doth itch," and "Scratcheth it, wolves." After the Chol'aruk fight I said, to no one in particular, "i fel myself fading...."

In the afternoon I joined the guild Blacktide as a Grunt. Before that, after a task, I asked "really?" aloud. I hope my new guildmates are a good pack.

My words aloud were few. Near the Undercity I greeted a Forsaken crowd with "sup dawg," and I mooed at several strangers, as a tauren will. Parties formed and dissolved all morning: shamans, mages, priests and a paladin, none of whom stayed long. At the shredder I stood with a rogue and a warrior who were after the same task. I asked "wtf where is he" while we waited, and answered "yeah" when they asked if I had it. The rogue said the one we waited for had stepped away. Later, while the fighting dragged on, I murmured, "i fel myself fading...."

In the afternoon I joined the guild Blacktide as a Grunt. I answered "really?" to someone not long after. In Orgrimmar, tail itching, I said, "Mine tail doth itch," and then, "Scratcheth it, wolves."

The cities were full of travelers, and most said little to me that mattered. In the Undercity I spoke a greeting to a Forsaken, and later I called for a tank to join me. Parties formed and dissolved around me through the day, at the Sepulcher, in Moonglade, at the Sludge Fen and at Thorn Hill, where I fought beside strangers against the Razormane. At the shredder a few of us waited for a latecomer, and I told them I could not share my request with them.

Most of the day I walked alone. Late in the afternoon, in the Dry Hills, a windshaper skyborne rogue and a shaman joined my party. Not long after, the rogue spoke to me about sharing a task, and both left within a few minutes. The harpies' taunts came while they were with me, the harpy calling the shaman easy prey too.

At the Crossroads I bowed to a fellow tauren druid who saluted me with respect. Later there was dancing near the inn: one druid danced with the innkeeper, and a tauren warrior danced with me. I overheard talk of Alliance gnomes chased out of Ratchet and a hunter's grim jokes about the tauren holding the ground, and an orc hunter wandered through, wished the company well and left.

Two adventurers joined me in the Dry Hills, a rogue and a shaman, and we fought the harpies together. The rogue asked me to share a task, then changed his mind, and both soon left the party.

At the Crossroads I bowed to a fellow tauren druid who saluted me. Later a tauren warrior danced with me by the inn. The rest was idle talk of Alliance raids, shade and roads.

At the Crossroads the Durotar Supply and Logistics folk were friendly. Pawani offered leather, hides and techniques, and Jornah said the company always needs contractors. Dokimi spoke of lost shipments.

In the afternoon a tauren druid saluted me with respect, and I bowed in return. Later a tauren druid danced with the innkeeper, and a tauren warrior danced with me. The Crossroads was full of travelers talking, and I mostly listened.

In the Dry Hills, a windshaper rogue and a windshaper shaman joined me. The harpies mocked each of us in turn. The rogue asked about sharing a task. Within a couple of minutes both companions had left the party.

In the evening, in the Dry Hills, a rogue and a shaman joined my party, and a few minutes later both left. I fought the harpies in that time but cannot say what they did.

At the Crossroads a fellow tauren druid saluted me with respect, and I bowed in return. Later a tauren warrior danced with me, and I watched another druid dance with the innkeeper. I overheard talk of Alliance raiders and gnomes near Ratchet, and an orc hunter who bid us farewell and safe travels.

A tauren druid saluted me with respect in the evening, and I bowed before them in return. Later another druid danced with the innkeeper, and a tauren warrior danced with me.

At the Crossroads I listened to talk of Alliance raiders slipping in and out of the ruins and gnomes being chased from Ratchet. An orc hunter spoke of the Barrens as a harsh teacher.

On the Dry Hills a rogue and a shaman, both of the Windshaper company, joined my party for a few minutes. The harpies shouted threats at the shaman and at me, and then both left the party.

On the Dry Hills road a rogue and a shaman of the Windshapers joined me in the party. The rogue asked me to share a task, and then said not to mind it and thanked me. Both left soon after.

At the Crossroads I met many travelers. One tauren druid saluted me and I bowed to Ennokosha Frostclaw. Others danced, slept in the shade, talked of gnomes and Alliance trouble near Ratchet, or asked for blessings. I mostly listened.

Two adventurers joined me in the Dry Hills, a rogue and a shaman. They stayed through the harpy fight, and the rogue asked me to share a task with them. Then they left, and I was alone again.

At the Crossroads I bowed to Ennokosha Frostclaw, who had saluted me with respect. A tauren warrior danced with me, and the Crossroads was full of talk about Alliance, gnomes and shade from the sun. I kept to my work.

In the morning, Pawani spoke of leather and hides, Jornah of the Durotar Supply and Logistics company and its need for contractors, and Dokimi asked me to return any lost shipments she might hear of. I came away neutral with the company.

At the Crossroads in the afternoon I lingered among other travelers. A tauren druid saluted me with respect, and I bowed in return. Another tauren druid danced with the innkeeper, and a tauren warrior danced with me. A few of them talked idly of Alliance gnomes driven out of Ratchet, and an orc hunter bade everyone farewell.

In the evening a windshaper rogue and a shaman joined me briefly, and the harpies mocked each of us in turn. They both left the party a couple of minutes later.

The Crossroads was busy with strangers, and I kept to my work. A tauren druid saluted me and I bowed in return to Ennokosha Frostclaw. A Forsaken rogue asked for blessings more than once, and I let it pass. Others danced in the square and traded jokes about gnomes and Alliance raiders, and one orc hunter spoke of the Barrens as a harsh teacher.

No companions walked with me today, but the Crossroads was lively. A tauren druid saluted me, and I bowed in return to Ennokosha Frostclaw. Others danced near the inn, and a Forsaken rogue asked me more than once for a blessing. Most of the talk around me was idle chatter about passing travelers and the Alliance.

At the start of the day, the traders of Durotar Supply and Logistics greeted me. Jornah said they always need new contractors, and Dokimi asked me to return any lost shipments I find.

In Thunder Bluff a Forsaken rogue called out asking for a priest's blessing. I had none to give. Near the end of the day, word passed that a tauren warrior lay down to rest.

In Bloodhoof a tauren shaman cried out that his linens had been taken. I only heard it in passing. Out on the plains a young windshaper shaman ran beside me for a stretch. She said I was fast, that she couldn't keep pace, and that she was out of breath. She thanked me and wished me luck as I went on. I laughed and answered, "lol."

At Camp Taurajo an old boar-like voice, Mangletooth, called out to me. He spoke of the Razormane and the Bristlebacks and of someone leading the raids. Omusa Thunderhorn, who keeps the camp's gryphons, said he preferred its quiet to the bustle of the Crossroads, and asked where I wanted to go.

In Bloodhoof Village a tauren shaman was complaining that her linens had been taken. I only overheard her and stayed on my way.

On the plains a windshaper shaman fell in near me. She remarked on how fast I ran, then said she couldn't keep pace and was out of breath. She wished me luck. I laughed and said "lol", and left her behind.

At Camp Taurajo a wounded Mangletooth called me over. He said his end was near and insisted he would still win. He claimed the Razormane were stronger than the Bristlebacks, and that his capture might yet serve his people. The Horde wanted to learn who led the raids on them. His words broke off in snorts.

In Bloodhoof a tauren shaman was lamenting that her linens had been taken. I only passed her by. Out on the Mulgore road a windshaper skyborne shaman fell in near me. She remarked on how fast I was, said she could not keep pace and was out of breath, thanked me, and wished me luck. I answered with a laugh:

"lol"

At Camp Taurajo a voice called out to me. It was Mangletooth, speaking between snorts. He said his end was near, but that Mangletooth would win, and that his capture could still help his people. He claimed the Razormane tribe was mightier than the Bristlebacks, and that the Horde wanted to learn who led the raids on their people. I left him there with his words.

In Bloodhoof a tauren shaman was crying out that his linens had been taken. I heard him but did not stop. Out on the Mulgore road a windshaper shaman ran beside me. They said I was fast, then that they could not keep pace and were out of breath, and they wished me luck. I laughed and said only, "lol".

At Camp Taurajo a wounded, snorting creature called Mangletooth hailed me. He said his end was near and spoke of the Razormane and the Bristlebacks. Omusa Thunderhorn, who keeps the camp, told me he prefers its quiet to the bustle of the Crossroads, and asked where I would be sent.

In Bloodhoof, a tauren shaman was lamenting that linens had been taken. I only overheard it as I passed.

Out on the plains a windshaper shaman called after me. She marvelled at how fast I went and said she could not keep pace. She was out of breath, and she wished me luck. I answered with a laugh.

"lol"

At Camp Taurajo, Mangletooth snorted out a greeting from where he stood. He swore he would win. He claimed the Razormane were mightier than the Bristlebacks, and that his capture could still aid his people. Omusa Thunderhorn, the flight master, told me he preferred the quiet of the camp to the bustle of the Crossroads, and asked where I wished to go.

In Bloodhoof Village a tauren shaman cried out that her linens had been taken. I heard it, but the record shows no more than that.

On the plains of Mulgore I fell in with a skyborne shaman of the windshapers. She gasped that I was fast, that she couldn't keep pace, and that she was out of breath. She thanked me for something and wished me luck as a fellow tauren. I only laughed and said, "lol".

At Camp Taurajo a creature named Mangletooth called me over. Between snorts he said his end was near, that he would still win, and that the Razormane were stronger than the Bristlebacks. He said the Horde wanted to learn who led the raids on their people. He trailed off before he finished.

In Bloodhoof, a tauren shaman was crying out about stolen linens, and a name, Boone Stronghorn, was spoken in his distress. Out on the plains of Mulgore, a skyborne shaman of the windshapers fell in beside me. They remarked on my speed, then said they couldn't keep pace and were out of breath. They wished me luck, and I answered only with a laugh: "lol".

At Camp Taurajo, a boar-like creature named Mangletooth called me over and spoke in snorting gasps of the Razormane and the Bristlebacks, and of the Horde's need to learn who leads the raids on their people. I did not stay to hear the end of it.

In Bloodhoof a tauren shaman was crying and lamenting that his linens had been taken. I heard him out and went on my way.

On the plains, a windshaper skyborne shaman called after me that I was fast, that she could not keep pace and was out of breath, and she wished me luck. She also gave thanks. I laughed and said, "lol."

At Camp Taurajo, Mangletooth hailed me in snorting, urgent bursts. He said his end was near but that Mangletooth would win. He said his capture could still aid his people, that the Razormane were stronger than the Bristlebacks, and that the Horde wanted to know who led the raids on their people. His voice broke off before he finished.

Omusa Thunderhorn, the flight master, said that though the Crossroads seemed the center of activity in the Barrens, he preferred the quiet of Camp Taurajo. Then he asked where I wished to be sent.

Out on the plains of Mulgore, a shaman of the windshaper skyborne fell in near me. She remarked on how fast I was moving and said she couldn't keep pace. She was out of breath, and she wished me luck. I only said, "lol", and kept going.

In Bloodhoof Village a tauren shaman was weeping and lamenting that his linens had been taken. I had nothing to offer him. Out on the plains of Mulgore, a shaman of the windshapers called out that I was fast, said she could not keep pace and was out of breath, and wished me luck. I only laughed.

"lol"

At Camp Taurajo a creature named Mangletooth hailed me, a tauren, and rasped between snorts that his end was near. He claimed the Razormane were mightier than the Bristlebacks and spoke of the Horde seeking whoever led the raids on their people. I did not stay to hear the rest.

In Bloodhoof, a tauren shaman cried out to anyone near that his linens had been taken. I only heard it.

Out on the plains, a shaman of the windshapers ran beside me for a stretch. She remarked on how fast I was, said she could not keep pace and was out of breath, and wished me luck as a tauren. I answered her with a laugh: "lol".

At Camp Taurajo, Mangletooth called me over in a voice broken by snorts. He said his end was near, that he would win and I would see it, and that his capture could still help his people. He spoke of the Razormane being more powerful than the Bristlebacks, and of the Horde wanting to learn who leads the raids on their people. His speech trailed off there.

In Bloodhoof, a tauren shaman cried out that his linens had been taken. I heard it and no more. Out on the plains a windshaper skyborne shaman fell in beside me, but he said he could not keep pace, that he was out of breath, and he wished me luck. I laughed and said, "lol". At Camp Taurajo, Mangletooth called me over, snorting between his words. He said his end was near, but that Mangletooth would win and I would see. He said his capture could still help his people, and he spoke of the Razormane and the Bristlebacks, and of the Horde seeking whoever led the raids on their people.

In Bloodhoof a tauren shaman was in distress, crying out that her linens had been taken. I heard it in passing and walked on.

Out on the Mulgore plains a skyborne windshaper shaman fell in near me. She remarked on how fast I was moving, admitted she could not keep pace and was quite out of breath, and wished me luck. I laughed and said, "lol".

At Camp Taurajo, Mangletooth hailed me with a snorting, urgent speech. He swore he would win, said the Razormane were mightier than the Bristlebacks, and spoke of the Horde wanting to learn who led the raids on their people.

A tauren hunter joined me for a short while and then left. He teased me about missing a mask. I answered, "nope," and then "wtf". Later I said I was sorry and hadn't meant to do something. Another hunter bowed to me at Galak Camp. In Thunder Bluff I bowed to Kaluvan Loftycloud twice and he bowed back. Late at the Crossroads I waved, flapped about like a chicken and danced. A few tauren druids moo'd and danced nearby.

A tauren hunter bowed to me after the Stormherald fell. Later one joined me for a short while. When I noticed a mask, my friend teased that I could not see what was in front of me. I answered, "nope," and then "wtf." They went their own way soon after.

In Bloodhoof Village a tauren druid waved to the innkeeper. Many of my own people greeted me in the village and the city. Among them were Cairne Bloodhoof, Hamuul Runetotem and Innkeeper Kauth.

Camp Narache was crowded and noisy with new tauren lowing at one another. I answered once, with a hearty:

"Mooooooooooo."

In Bloodhoof I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate. Later a fellow Blacktide hailed the guild aloud, and I took it as a welcome.

Several travelers joined my party through the day, among them hunters, a warrior and druids. Each stayed only briefly and then went their own way. A tauren shaman once told me, near Kaga's fire, to sit and rest a while.

At Narache the crowd of new arrivals roared and mooed, and I added a long "Mooooooooooo." of my own. Later I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate, and in the evening a fellow Blacktide hailed the guild in greeting. I joined a few passing parties that day, but each broke up soon after it formed. Back in Bloodhoof, I shouted some advice to the others: "Just set up a campfire inside the tent where the druid/shaman trainers are." Near day's end I waved to a warrior, who saluted me with respect.

Kaga Wildhoof's camp taught me about resting by a fire, and Brave Wildrunner, Baine and Turak each sent me on my way. Beyond that, the day was mostly my own.

Twice I joined small parties of fellow travelers, among them a hunter and a warrior, and each time we went our separate ways again. Once I stood in the Bloodhoof square and called out advice on where to set a campfire. Toward evening I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate, and a fellow of the guild hailed us all soon after. Early in the morning, before I knew what I was doing, I let out a long lowing of my own: "Mooooooooooo." When I got my first good skinning haul I laughed to myself and said, "lol too good."

I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate, and a guildmate greeted me warmly soon after. Several times in the day travelers joined my party for a stretch and then parted. In Bloodhoof, I advised others on a trick I had learned: "Just set up a campfire inside the tent where the druid/shaman trainers are." Early on, when the crowd outside Narache was lowing, I lowed back: "Mooooooooooo." Later, in Thunder Bluff, I told a few jokes to passersby and waved at a warrior who saluted me with respect.

I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate this evening, and later a fellow Blacktide member hailed the guild aloud. Through the day I joined a few small parties of tauren, and each broke up after a while. One adventurer at the arena told me to take my ease and sit by the fire for a full minute until the camp's rest settled on me.

A tide of new tauren filled Camp Narache, and it was mostly mooing, shouting and joy at being home. I joined in with a long "Mooooooooooo." of my own, and I said "lol too good" when a fellow druid and I seemed to have had the same idea about skinning. Another druid answered that it was easy coin.

A hunter and a fellow traveler joined my party for a short while at Red Cloud Mesa and then left. At Kaga's campfire a shaman told me to sit and relax for a full minute. Warriors joined me in parties twice in the evening and left again. Later a hunter, two druids and others came and went before I reached Red Rocks.

At Bloodhoof I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate, and a shaman of the guild greeted fellow Blacktide in the village. Near the trainers I shouted a tip: set up a campfire inside the tent where the druid and shaman trainers stand. In Thunder Bluff I told a few jokes. A warrior there saluted me with respect after I waved.

At Camp Narache the arrival of newly minted tauren was a roar of cheers and lowing, and I answered the herd with a long "Mooooooooooo." I did it twice more at Bloodhoof. In Thunder Bluff I told a few jokes and waved at a tauren warrior, who saluted me back with respect.

I joined the guild Blacktide, as an Initiate, while I was in Bloodhoof. Later a fellow Blacktide shaman greeted the guild aloud.

A hunter and another traveler joined me for a moment on the mesa, and left almost at once. Later a warrior or two came and went. A hunter and two druids marched with me for a short while near the digsite. A druid joined me before Enforcer Emilgund fell, and left right after. A shaman and a druid joined me at Red Rocks.

A warrior in Bloodhoof, seeing a stranger lost looking for the puppy, told them to use the meat and the dog would run up on it. At the camp, I shouted to a passing traveler that they should set up a campfire inside the tent where the druid and shaman trainers are.

The mooing at Camp Narache was loud enough to rattle the tents. A tauren warrior, a hunter and many others shouted and mooed that first hour, and I answered with a "Mooooooooooo" of my own. Other travelers passed through the day. A druid beside me had the same idea about skinning, and I laughed and said, "lol too good." Later I called out to others that they could set up a campfire inside the tent where the druid and shaman trainers stood.

A hunter and another traveler joined my party briefly while I hunted near Brambleblade Ravine, then left again. Others joined and left in the afternoon and at dusk. A shaman helped me understand how to earn rest at Kaga's campfire, saying I should simply relax and sit a full minute. Another time a druid joined me, then left after Enforcer Emilgund fell.

At Bloodhoof Village I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate. Later a shaman greeted me warmly as a fellow Blacktide. Near the end of the day, in Thunder Bluff, I played the jester for a few passing folk.

I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate, and a fellow member later greeted me warmly as one of the guild. Short-lived parties formed around me and then broke up through the day. I said aloud, to those standing near, where a campfire could be set. Most of the day I worked alone.

Several times I joined a party, and each time it broke up after a short while. They were fellow tauren whose names I never learned. I also joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate, and a fellow guildmate hailed me warmly in Bloodhoof.

At Camp Narache I spoke aloud only to remark "lol too good" over how quickly my skinning was coming along. Near the end I waved to a warrior, who saluted me back with respect.

Camp Narache was crowded at the start, with tauren shouting and mooing at one another. I answered with a moo of my own, and later told a joke in the crowd. Beside the fire at Kaga's camp, some travelers argued about how long to sit for the rest bonus. I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate, and a fellow member later greeted the guild. Several parties formed and broke up through the day, with hunters, warriors, druids and a shaman, and they were mostly brief. One of the druids bowed to me after the rare Emilgund fell. I told others to set up a campfire in the tent by the druid and shaman trainers, and I called out that a wolf was leading someone to a party. I waved at a warrior who saluted me in return.

The first minutes at Camp Narache were chaos. Tauren yelled across the mesa and moo'd at each other. I answered with a moo of my own, and later again. Later I said "lol too good" to a fellow druid who'd had the same idea about skinning.

I joined a few short parties in passing and left them. Near the end I yelled a tip that the campfire could go up inside the tent where the druid and shaman trainers stand. In Bloodhoof I joined the Blacktide as an Initiate. A fellow shouted a greeting to Blacktide, and I was glad of it.

The arrival at Camp Narache was loud. Tauren all around me bellowed and mooed in joy. I mooed back a few times, and later I traded jokes and waves with others in Thunder Bluff. At the campfire near Kaga, a shaman told me to relax and wait for the rest to take hold. At Bloodhoof Village I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate. Later a fellow Blacktide shouted a greeting to me.

I formed short parties along the way and each time they came apart again. I told a stranger in the village to set up a campfire inside the tent where the druid and shaman trainers stood. Once, I yelled that the wolf was leading someone to a bad party.

I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate that evening. Later a fellow Blacktide shaman called out a greeting, which warmed me.

I joined and left several small parties through the day, tauren hunters, druids, warriors and shamans among them. Most of them were brief partnerships of the road.

On the mesa beside me, another druid had the same idea about skinning. I told them, "lol too good." At Camp Narache I answered the great chorus of lowing with a "Mooooooooooo." of my own, and in Thunder Bluff I played a few jokes on the folk I passed. Near the end a warrior saluted me with respect, and I waved to him.

Camp Narache was crowded with new tauren, and the air was full of their shouting and mooing. I lowed back with them twice in the same spirit. At Kaga Wildhoof's fire, some fellow travelers told me to rest and wait out the minute. I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate, and a guildmate later greeted me with a hello. Several times through the day I joined a party with other tauren, and each time we parted again. I told a few jokes and shared a wave with a warrior in Thunder Bluff, who saluted me back.

I joined the guild Blacktide as an Initiate. Later a fellow Blacktide hailed me in greeting. Through the day other adventurers fell in beside me and drifted off again. Hunters, warriors and druids passed through my company, but none stayed. Most of the time I walked alone.

At Camp Narache a crowd of tauren was lowing, and I answered with the same.

"Mooooooooooo."

By the Bloodhoof tribal fire, a tauren shaman told a stranger to relax by Kaga's campfire. In Thunder Bluff I waved to a warrior, who saluted me back with respect.