Zeratul was on his feet in an instant, batting her hand away from his face and the cloth. His weathered hide was scarred and aged from his long years and battles, but there was nothing that he was hiding.

"Enough!" he roared, though his shout was heard only by the Witch. His quick motion was what startled most of the patrons, and he hunched over, glaring at the woman. "You try my patience, female."