This is exactly what you think it is.

[insanecharisma]

[He stands tall. Well, the size of an average human man. Unmoving. Stiff. Rigid. Composed.

As if he's listening for something. With some very... fancy... ears.]

I do believe I have caught the scent of trolls.

[A brief pause.]

...And beef.

[This can only mean one thing.]

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[obfuskate]

[ He speaks steadily and carefully, not exactly sure what this... thing is capable of. ]

Devouring the school body is not permitted.

[insanecharisma]

[Soryk simply stares at the... animal addressing him.]

You were under the impression I had intentions to eat either?

[He laughs heartily.] By the gods, absolutely not. I would never dream of soiling myself with such imperfections.

[obfuskate]

[ oh. hm.

Shadow's going to have to watch this one. Something about him wigs him out... ]

So your implication is that you are perfect and/or you seek perfection.

[insanecharisma]

Less implication and more matter-of-fact.

[See that face, Shadow? Soryk's not the kidding sort. He's being one hundred percent serious. He truly believes he's perfection incarnate, even if he doesn't say it quite like that.

You can totally trust him.]

[obfuskate]

Matter-of-fact to you, perhaps... but you face nothing more than an illusion. You are not the perfect being.

[ Guess why he thinks he isn't? Come on, guess. Three guesses and the first two don't count. ]

[insanecharisma]

So you say.

[But the little smile Soryk's wearing says otherwise.

[luneshalla]

Trolls and beef huh? Sounds like a fun place if you ask me~

[The voice came seemingly out of nowhere but soon enough, the rustling of leaves from above on a nearby tree would give the source.

An kaldorei... troll? female was relaxing atop one of its branches, looking down with a curious smile at him.]

Fancy meeting one of you around here.

[insanecharisma]

[Instantly, he's on his guard. Hands lifted and set along the scabbards of daggers at his waist.

Soryk's attention turns to the tree and its inhabitant. His expression hardens, but doesn't show nearly as much disgust as is truly present.]

It would appear I have found the troll.

[luneshalla]

Half troll actuallym but we all can't be that interesting so I forgive you. [Ellistree mused. She wasn't foreign to the racism, segregation, and all out dislike for other races that most races seemed to share in common. She generally took it in stride, being proud of who and what she was.]

Pop into the wrong mana pool there? Get lost in the Maelstrom or did you simple black out from the wrong stuff?

In any case, welcome to not-quite-Azeroth elf.

[insanecharisma]

[He cocks an eyebrow as his hands lower. But his guard remains high, for how can he be too trusting with a Kaldorei in the midst.

A savage Kaldorei at that - as if there were any other kind.]

I can see that plainly. [His arms fold across his chest.] Who ordered you to come this way? Whisperwind? Proudmoore?

[luneshalla]

[Ellistree shrugged.] Neither, I was with an exploration, and solely exploration convoy on my way to Pandaria when I suddenly appeared here.

It isn't too bad honestly.

[robinsegg]

[There's a blue-haired kid staring at you.

Stare.]

[insanecharisma]

[Soryk is totally good at staring, too. Let's have a staring contest.

The other half to this is that he just plain doesn't like kids. They're loud, obnoxious, whiny, and self-entitled. And technically, he's all of those things too. Minus the loud part.

Finally, he shifts.]

What is it that you want?

[robinsegg]

[Sig gives some more staring until he gives his head a scratch.]

What was it?

[He was staring for a reason, really. He just...forgot.]

[insanecharisma]

[Soryk just... stares even more.]

Beg pardon?

[That is the most fancy eyebrow crease ever. Considering how long Soryk's eyebrows are.]

[robinsegg]

I had something to ask but I forgot.

[He folds his arms across his chest, deep in thought.]

Are you a bug?

[That wasn't the question, but it would have to do for now.]

[batchigu]

[This girl was also staring, however...]

Hiiya too! But what'cha talking about, mister?

[insanecharisma]

[WHY ARE ALL THE KIDS STARING AT HIM.]

...

[He squints at the blonde and looks mostly unamused.]

Hardly anything of importance to you. Have you nothing better to do than to eavesdrop on adult conversation?

[Soryk, it wasn't even a conversation. You were talking to yourself.]

[batchigu]

But you were talking to yourself.

[Or is he actually talking to ghosts?? What a funny mister.]

[insanecharisma]

I repeat. Adult conversation.

[He shakes his head at Amitie.]

Should you not be tending your studies or doing something otherwise to make yourself useful and desirable?

[No. He doesn't know how to talk to kids.]

[batchigu]

To ghosts?

[Last bit she's ignoring, because she's far more curious about what kind of person you're conversing to, Soryk.

Plus why're talking about desirables anyways, are you a pervert too like that dark wizard from her hometown?]

[tenderhoof]

[Oh, beef jokes, THOSE ARE ORIGINAL...

At least this guy can understand Orcish. Presumably. That's what Aque's going with, here.]

You have a very good sense of smell.

[insanecharisma]

[HE HAS FIVE MILLION OF THEM.

Soryk does speak Orcish, but he looks like he should only speak Thalassian.

He prominently sneers in Aquenda's direction.]

Hardly. Anyone could smell something so pungent and potent.

[tenderhoof]

[She can't smell anything except dumb demon magics and perfumes and whatever else goes on in Silvermoon.]

Um, anyway... I'm surprised to see somebody else from Azeroth! How did you get here?

[insanecharisma]

[Ur fase.]

By foot.

[He says this in a very matter-of-fact fashion, as if he cannot believe she would ask him such a thing.]

As opposed to hoof. [He adds as an afterthought.]