Vrishabha Mistrunner, healer of ailments, servant to the people, tamer of the wild and druidic arts...
Presently has absolutely no idea where he was.
I told you that you should have taken a left at that last clearing. But will you ever listen to me? No, I only raised you with my own two hands.
"I DID take a left," he unhappily notes under his breath, "And we still ended up back here."
Here, in this particular case, happened to be an inn with which he was entirely unfamiliar. He peers up at it, squinting as he moves from the heavy haze of fog from the forests surrounding it. Normally his sense of direction was quite astute, yet here he was, back exactly where he started no matter how hard he tried to leave. He lets out a sigh, shaking his head. "I suppose there's no choice but to go in." He catches no scent of danger on the air, thus chooses to bite the proverbial bullet and step inside.
As he walks into the dimly lit main hall, he cuts a rather formidable figure: even for a Tauren, his size is unmatched, standing at over 9 and a half feet from head to hoof. His supple leather armor seethes with magic, the thick helm shielding his face from view to allow only the glow of green to peer from the dark depths. He is an intimidating creature indeed - up until he walks full-force into a low-hanging doorframe with a resounding whok. He clutches at his head with a series of muffled grunts and gibbers, before fumbling with his helm and tugging it from his head - no small feat given some of the struggling done with his capped horns - and quickly replaces it with a pair of Engineer's goggles that can only be described as "downright goofy-looking."
"Oh dear," the Druid mumbles finally, stowing his helm into the large knapsack hung over one shoulder. "This does not look one bit like Orgrimmar." At the sight of servers and unfamiliar faces, he feels his typical social awkwardness begin to creep into his chest; he hurries to move to a less obvious location (a bit like an elephant trying to hide plain sight) before promptly tripping over a stool and landing with a thud heavy enough to give the room a fine tremor.
So much for being subtle.