<span style="color: sandybrown">"no one ever said i didnt have a naughty side, im a druid, we are known for wild mating. ive just havent found many people i was interested in that way in a city full of Elves, even when im healing them they seem so fragile with my big hands. and none of them ever had the guts to come near me with how protective my sisters are."</span>she nodded before knocking on Ibara's office door.<span style="color: orange">"does the do not disturb sign mean nothing!?"</span>Morah blinked and looked down at the sign on the knob written in every current language on Azeroth before she bit her lip.<span style="color: sandybrown">"its Morah."</span><span style="color: orange">"oh, sorry... come in dear."</span>she opened the door and blinked at the pile of papers on Ibara's desk, the halfbreed currently reading an inch thick report but the title was obscured.<span style="color: orange">"try to make it quick, im extremely busy as you can see."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: red">"that we do." </span>she listened to him before shaking her head.<span style="color: red">"talking about things that are impossible will only ruin my mood... ive lived with impossible goals my entire adult life and i want to let that go. ill never see Arthas dead, ill never see my homeland live again, ill never see the banner of Lordareon flying in the sun again and ill never be able to have a child of my own. what i can have is a life here with you and have a purpose for my only real skill and thats killing. i want to focus on the possible, like us building ourself a little house here in town if we can get enough money for it." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>