"i could, my natural disguise is a Blood Elf. you can smell the difference, a normal Night Elf can't, they can only see through the disguise. they would see a tiny version of my real shape within my shimmering Gnomish disguise but so far being two feet tall has kept me safe. normally i would just hurt someone who called me cute but that isn't an option with you." she looked at Vyre before she shook her head. "you don't get to lecture me about being paranoid and defensive. you are indestructible and if someone did manage to kill you Ras would resurrect you. my hide won't even turn away a decent arrow from a mediocre bow... no one is going to give me a chance, they would just kill me on sight because of the color of my scales... my mortal mother threw me away the first time she saw my true shape. i have the education of a ten year old child and no skills at all beyond stealing. what the fuck am i gonna do? even if i wanted to follow in my mother's footsteps Order put an end to vigilante justice."<span style="color: #404040">"she is afraid and i would bet she has been afraid since Emily spotted her... she handles it about as well as you do, she becomes defensive and confrontational."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>