Rayne was paying less attention to the conversation and more to whatever was currently lurking in the shadows of the forest.<span style="color: purple">"I feed your daughter because I'm the most durable woman in the house and while I do feel slightly responsible for it, the problem still falls on Bayne to find someone to replace me if I need a break. Do you think she's pregnant with more than twins? Or maybe they're just larger than the average succubi child because of Bayne's size? I've seen a number of demons during my time in Ashenvale and she's definitely the biggest one I've ever seen whereas your daughter is fairly short." </span>She drew a dagger from her robs and shook her head, without any warning she threw it into the trees then side stepped as it came flying back at her.<span style="color: purple"> "No, just a wild cat."</span>With an almost annoyed sigh she collected her dagger as Astiria dropped from the branches of one of the trees in the distance, hanging by her knees.<span style="color: magenta">"Well if it isn't Ophidian's heartrending whores... what brings you to this part of the world? Hmm, you smell different Zelina, less like a demon and more... like a demon's whore." </span>The Blood Elf dropped to the ground and slowly approached them.<span style="color: purple">"Why are you here? Did Kuro scare you so badly you fled to the far side of the continent?"</span><span style="color: magenta">"Darnassian is such... filthy language. As for your question, no, my mate and I have decided to move into my sister's old home so I have more room to get out and run around."</span><br/><br/>The woman slowly turned around and looked at Tyrande but the distance made it difficult to see who it was. As she spoke the stone began to warp and hands reached out to grab at the High Priestess.<span style="color: blue">"I'm just here for some books, you're more than welcome to come with me to help me find them. Your fleshbeast is still alive, take a look, I'll wait." </span>True to her word, despite missing a third of her body, thin almost worm-like fibers were growing from Crimzon's body and coiling together to rebuild herself.<span style="color: blue">"Come, priestess, it's been so long since we've last been able to talk. Oh, right, because you left me to die we never really did get a chance to get to know each other."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>