The Enemy Of My Enemy
Fear surrounded him.
His horned helm turned slowly to regard the human commander in front of him. Despite their size difference, the heavily armoured human stared at him with undisguised hatred and distrust. Mailed fists were planted on plated hips, high shoulder armour threatening to dwarf his bearded face.
"I don't trust you," said the human. "I don't even want you here. If I had my way, I'd have you executed on the spot."
The taller figure straightened slightly. His size and his hoofed feet were the only clues to his species a draenei, one of the alien species that had crash-landed on Azeroth and allied themselves with the human-night elf Alliance. His massive head moved again, the downward curving horns of his helmet seeming to fix on the other occupants of the high room, deep inside a keep on the front lines of the never-ending war.
"I could kill every being in this room," said the draenei after a while. "And you wou