Oliine sat at the Inn lost in thought. It had been a most miraculous evening for the near blind shaman. She'd been taking care of some satyyr near Blood Watch, finally having been given permission by her trainers to venture beyond Exodar. She'd just finished one off when the hairs on the back of her head stood up. She reached out and found a troll standing in front of her. She couldn't help but giggle. Something about the sheer closeness of the stranger made her skin tickle with excitement. She tried speaking to him and he to her, but to no avail. There was no way to understand each other. Then he hugged her.