<span style="color: olive">"Well, Northrend wasn't destroyed just... displaced. And most of the life on it was whisked off to my realm and then replaced here. I hope you are accepted because I can't promise I'll always be here for you. You should know that we'll be jump starting the evolution of the dragons. Your size and strength, my power and adaptability."</span>She shrugged and kissed Ashia softly.<span style="color: olive"> "Let's go explore, just because I created everything doesn't mean I'm happy with everything. I may see a mountain that needs a pointless cave system or a plant that's not pretty enough."</span><br/><br/>One of the Trolls waved off Eldryn as though he were a child misbehaving and returned to their conversation.<span style="color: brown">"Ras, Vyre'en, and then the woman who calls herself 'The Matron'? Tell us all how the latter hasn't interfered in political or military matters? Surely you've all met the Grey Legion on the fields of battle? Figures cloaked in black working in your various offices? They have discipline to match Sylvanas's person guard, military tactics to match your own, High Priestess, and weapons that dwarf both the Dwarves and Gnomes best inventions. Your city, Ibara, has fostered this... Legion supplied them, and now they spread like a sickness throughout areas of strife." </span>His eyes widened as he watched but he remained silent and cut off Garrosh before he could speak.<span style="color: brown">"There are many who would refuse, because now we're forced to ask, what makes you any better than Wrynn or Garrosh? Willing to wipe out entire races for peace for your people? Who do you speak for, because it clearly isn't the mortal races. Or Draenei." </span>Veleen looked down at Tyrande and leaned closer to whisper.<span style="color: blue">"This would be a friend of your goddess? I would be lying if I said I foresaw this... madness."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>