<span style="color: olive">"That's love in a nutshell, Ashia. Nobody will ever understand how love works, or what it is, but you've described the basics of it. Even if you don't realize it, you're in love with me... and I think I love you too." </span>She gave Ashia's hand a squeeze and smiled.<span style="color: olive">"Don't worry about it, there's no rush to discover your feelings. We have all the time in the world and the next."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: red">"The jungle... lot of trees, giant trees, very green and beautiful. It rains quite a bit since we close to de ocean, but the trees be thick enough to keep most of the water out. When we done here maybe we can show you our home an' see if you'd even want to live dere? Don't wanna prepare for your people if you ain't going to like livin' wit us. I'm de chieftain of my village, my hut is more than big enough for a couple of you pretty birdies, an' if you don't want to live wit me dat's fine. You be a free person to live where ya' want."</span>He looked at Elune and nodded with a grin.<span style="color: red">"We take'm in as family, give'm names an' homes. Make dem into friends an' family." </span>The Tauren shook his head and leaned back in his chair.<span style="color: brown"> "General..."</span><span style="color: red">"We're just supposed to sit around here and hope this asshole, who probably doesn't even know what he's talking about, can magically fix Azeroth? This self-righteous prick, who has us here against our will and seems quite happy to murder anyone who disagrees with him... hrmph, no better than the Alliance's so-called King or the War chief."</span><span style="color: brown">"Then don't talk to him, talk to me. If he's as bad as you say, and trust me, the people he associates with are far worse, he won't listen anyways."</span>He shot a knowing glance at Elune then turned his chair to face the General.<span style="color: brown">"What would help the Orcs the most? Get them out of Night Elven lands?"</span><span style="color: red">"We need more materials and land. Durotar is nearly worthless for farming, the Barrens aren't much better. If Theramore wasn't there we could take Dustwallow... it's a shit hole, but it's workable."</span>Baine nodded and looked over to Eldryn.<span style="color: brown">"'Lady' Proudmoore's city, what's left of it, can be moved. Durotar and the swamp can be turned into fertile farm land and given the same trees you're offering Vol'jin. A mountain range can be risen between Ashenvale and Azshara, let the Crossroads be used as a neutral trade hub between my people, the Night Elves, and the Orcs."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>