Both Draenei let Morah speak and Nalo folded her arms while the avatar brushed its forehead as if brushing away a strand of hair that wasn't there.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I want to help Order, I truly do. And it's not just my programming. I was created to protect this world and to help Chaos. I want to help Order because I like helping people, it brings me joy just as it does Nalo. My programming says to offer her help and answer every question she has for me, but I want to actively help her. I wasn't created to take emotions into consideration, Morah. Neither was Nalo. I wasn't being insulting when I called her a sex doll, that's all she was ever meant to be. It was a byproduct of her cloning process that created the woman she is. She wasn't meant to be more than a male horse used to impregnate a mare then move on to the next one. Similar to how Hellashia behaves."</span>Nalo shrugged and looked away from Morah.<span style="color: #b30000"> "She insults me at every opportunity when we brought her here to try talking to her. That's why you called her and not me. And this Animus and I are more like siblings than children."</span><span style="color: #ff0000">"Children can be siblings and you are a child."</span><span style="color: #b30000">"I've been active longer than you have!" </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"Anyways, Order, let's start with the harpies shall we? They only exist on a small island off the coast of the Hinterlands, they are maintained by a Troll fishing village and survive on mostly fish and algae giving them their unique color, but those things have also made them dangerous to most races. A Troll's natural regeneration overpowers the bacteria and keeps them safe but Delithia and the harpies would get sick. Go inspect them and see that I'm not lying. Or, if you would prefer, go question a priestess living in Hellashia's village in Northrend. All of them will have heard the call of an Eternal at the same time."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>