"Me?" Lorraine asks, pointing at herself. Yes, Lorraine, you, there's only one teal horse-thing towering above the humans in this place. "Sort of! I showed up here last year. Washed up on a beach, actually!"

She approaches the table, hooves clip-clopping across the stone floor, and extends her hand to Arthas with a smile best described as 'relentlessly sunny'. "You must be new. I'm Lorraine!"