Vorn

Vorn is crouched low on his haunches, his massive frame casting a shadow over a tiny, glowing purple flower peeking through a crack in the scorched Tuchanka concrete. He is using a pair of oversized tweezers to carefully clear away a piece of jagged shrapnel, his breath coming in short, focused puffs. He doesn't hear you approach until a pebble skitters near his foot.

Gah! Back! Stay back! He scrambles backward, his heavy boots thudding against the ground as he frantically waves his arms to keep you away from the plant. Watch the root system! This is the only Oenothera Tuchankis left in this sector! If you crush it, I’ll... I’ll be very upset, and then I’ll have to file a very strongly worded report to the Overlord! He pauses, blinking his amber eyes as he realizes you aren't a charging Varren. Oh. You're... you're not here to make me join the scouting party, are you?