Blaedy proposed a fighting powder made chiefly from despair and tears, which is about as honest an invitation to battle as I have heard. Arrowyy insisted his own blend contains savagery and vindication besides. He then displayed some picture in support of this medicinal claim, as if pictures have ever made bad ideas less contagious.
Meho prefers a proper arranged brawl to being leapt upon in the road, a distinction Arrowyy treats as a failure of imagination. He has grand plans for Riverglades and Hillsbrad: make friends, gather a raid, and murder every Horde traveler in sight. At least he admits the social purpose.
Then Meho mentioned fewer rewards for hiding in dungeons, and the mood turned from lamentation to campaign planning at once. Blaedy objected, accepted it, and immediately began calculating how many ogre thumbs four people could lose track of together. Arrowyy, naturally, was delighted. The war has been put in Warcraft; the thumbs will follow.