<span style="color: #00ffff">"that was when Nyaka was a Troll, she isnt anymore. i mostly hate clothes, they get in the way and feel wierd but every warm blooded species around seems to think the naked body is bad for children to see... but either way i shed recently so i have all new scales."</span>she smiled a little and nodded.<span style="color: #00ffff">"good, Malfurion returned to the city and her mood has been awful, she doesnt need your help being grumpy. and before you say anything its his fault, the second he got here she went to meet him but before she could even get a kiss he headed off to his stupid enclave after patting her on the shoulder... she stood there with tears in her eyes and rage on her face."</span>she bit her lip and shrugged.<span style="color: #00ffff">"sort of... the other priestesses and the people want nothing to do with me so i mostly work directly with the High Priestess. its an honor to be her assistant but i dont really get to do any healing, teaching or preaching. i spend my time fetching her meals, helping manage her schedule and occasionally scaring off annoyances. there is a new Human envoy who seems honest enough but he is an honest racist who thinks the Night Elves only exist to help the rest of the Alliance... hes demanding five times the lumber shipments the Human have been getting."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>