<span style="color: #ff0000">"I... I hope you'll forgive me if I doubt that love, at least for a while. After all we've done to the family not being hated is hard to believe, still being loved is- it's something I'll need time to process."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"Yeah, yeah, the feathered woman knows more about the races that actively burn and pillage my homeland. Sorry, doctor. The male Trolls on our world have tusks that come from the top of their jaw, the female Trolls and male Orcs have tusks that stick out from the bottom of their jaw. They're usually much smaller. But a male Troll's tusks can be over a-"</span>She hissed and grabbed her temples with a pained growl. "Box... cables... up and down got it." After a few moments she slowly lowered her hands but her eyes were now bloodshot.<span style="color: #8000ff">"That's the world we live in, well, world I lived in. If you couldn't fight you were either a prostitute, a practitioner of some school of magic, or a craftsman of some sort. People like me? I'm not attractive enough to sell my body, nobody needed another apprentice blacksmith, and I have no magic. So I joined the Sentinels and became a solider. I was- I am too stupid to do anything else. Going to school doesn't make you smart, using what you learned makes you smart... I tried going to school, nothing ever stuck so matter how much I studied and applied myself." </span>She looked around the courtyard and when they stopped she nodded a little.<span style="color: #8000ff">"It feels so... wrong to me. It's better but it makes me uncomfortable somehow. Like you stripped away everything that makes nature wonderful and made it sterile. This feels like something a Blood Elf would do."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>