Goblin bartender looked at Grimgor, with all his seriousness. Than slowly opened his mouth, asking: "You ordered milk?". Then a burst of laughter exploded from his tiny little head, along with some of the other pirate costumers of the inn. "Milk? You want milk?" he yelled, between his laughters, which he barely could control, and then made his joke: "If you want milk, you can go milk it out of that cow over there!" he yelled, still laughing hard, as he pointed over the tauren druid. Rage bursted in Grimgor's mind. He shouted "Why you iggy-belly faced dim-fish!" and in a sudden move caught the goblin's neck with his palm. Unexpecting bartender had his both hands full with mugs, so he could not resist the sudden pull to the bench. He shut his eyes as his face moved towards the bench, but his expectation of a face smash did not occur as the dwarf stopped the move when his face had less than one inch left to the surface. Opening his eyes cautiously, goblin started flattering him for an easy-go: "Oi! Oi matey! No need to be so meshy-smashy now eh? Ye ordered a milk, so a milk it is!" he said.
Grimgor slowly let his head go, and suddenly realised he was no longer in the safe city of Stormwind's Golden Keg: No guards were here to take him back to cathedral if he got involved in a bar fight, it was more rather like he would get a stab of a half-broken bottle between the ribs. He tried to sate his rage and suppress his hatred for goblins.
"Ye know, we've a frost magey to keep things cold back 'ere. Ice cold milk comin' up!" said the bartender, trying to joke while moving back in the kitchen to bring up the unexpected order.
Grimgor glanced back in a second, as the huge tauren rose up. His right hand went to his belt unintentionally, hoovering over his Jambiya. "I know not what is going on. What plan they plot? I care not. If they lay a finger. Even a finger! I shall protect that human hunter. From any harm." he thought. But he was confused. A worgen with a tauren? They must have been druids, of the Circle. Still he could not understand why an Alliance member would be hostile to a human. Druid or not, he did not care. He never trusted fully to the worgens anyway, because of his memories noire. But his nerves relaxed as the tauren made a calm respond in a language he could understand.
"Bloodthristly lot, they are. Same stench. Same lust for kill. Even now they speak of killing someone. Someone of my kin." he thought, focusing his mind on worgens. Expecting an hostility any moment, he blamed himself again for entering such a light-forsaken place.