The door to the bar slams open. It's almost as if the floorboards themselves tremble under the weight that is the tauren stepping into the bar. She does not even scan the room as the enters the establishment. There is as if almost a proud aura surrounding her, with her neat posture, slightly raised head and chest sticked out. She is wearing a Horde tabard along with her fairly weathered armour made in leather and chainmail. She is carrying two heavy maces at each hip, clanking against the chainmail with each step.

She darts towards the bar without paying much attention to anyone else, trying to gather the attention of the barkeep.