<span style="color: #5900b3">“A Gnome sized Ashia would be perfect for heating up my coffee and leftover food. Oh, where’s your daughter at? I could test these ideas with her first.” </span>She stopped and grinned at Ashia.<span style="color: #5900b3">“I’m just teasing you.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“It’s not an actual war. There’s small, pointless battles where lives are casually thrown away but mostly the war is an excuse for The Alliance to tax its people under the pretense of defending them from the godless savages of The Horde. Money for weapon development, to line politician pockets, for fear propaganda. Things like that. The Alliance has the numbers, organization, technology, and geographical advantages to snuff out The Horde quite easily but they never will. It’s not profitable.” </span>When they reached the park the first thing she did was step onto the grass and removed her shoes.<span style="color: #a64dff">“Not as nice as Ashenvale but I suppose this will do.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>