<span style="color: darkgreen">"What else can we do then? I love Karren, if I didn't I wouldn't bother with this but we need to do something. What other way is there!? We have tried everything but getting physical with her!" </span><span style="color: red">"Whisperia already admitted to being too weak to break her like Kuro, she'd rather let her dabble in the lives of dragons and just hope it doesn't come back to her." </span>She smiled to Azu and shook her head.<span style="color: red">"Small, fat, birds that usually can't fly. All races cook them."</span>Arlokk shook his head and walked away to sit down.<span style="color: darkgreen">"I had to hit her hard and fast, or have you forgotten she doesn't need anything more than her mind to cast spells? Twisting her arms she'll just blink away."</span><span style="color: red">"Of course you won't agree, you're stupid. You're dealing with demons now, not gentle and frail little humans. You can't tell the difference apparently."</span>Karrie ignored the slash, her flesh sealing almost instantly.<span style="color: red">"Your Matriarch is the reason Karren is needed to have her ass beaten. If you want to be mad at anyone be mad at Whisperia and Kuro for being terrible owners and selfish children." </span>Karren slowly pulled herself to her hands and knees then crawled over to Arlokk and bowed her head.<span style="color: orange"> "M-Master... may I leave for Ironforge?"</span><span style="color: darkgreen">"Go, defuse the bomb then come right back. We need to have a long talk as a family." </span>The mage nodded and quickly teleported away.<span style="color: darkgreen">"See, wasn't that easier than hoping she wouldn't blow something up?"</span>Karrie watched the mage with narrowed eyes and let out a soft hmph.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>