<span style="color: #666600">"And have you tried talking to him about his habits? That seems be a running theme in this family. Nobody ever talks to each other, they just get angrier and angrier with each other until tensions boil over and ever suffers."</span>She looked to Ibara and smiled.<span style="color: #666600">"I have no right? I do believe that you being half Troll- correction, I do believe you living on my planet gives me the right to do whatever I want. What are you going to do? Growl and gnash your teeth at me?" </span>Her smile darkened and she pulled Ibara closer.<span style="color: #666600"> "I don't disagree with you on any of those statements. I don't think Elune would either. But are we willing to sacrifice one broken tool to better the lives of countless more? I certainly am. Especially if it means I can turn Silvermoon into this." </span>She spun Ibara around to let her look out over the village.<span style="color: #666600">"See how calm and peaceful everyone is? They have land, they have fertile soil to grow crops and raise animals. What do your people have? Oh, that's right, you and a machine that's giving Order quite the headache. Funny story about that machine, by the way, there is no machine. It's actually the spirit of the city turned sentient. Residual energy from me cleaning up the Dead Scar for you, must have coalesced with some of Nalo's underground stuff. So what do you think, Elune? Is she worth keeping in her current state? Don't you think we could give Silvermoon a better leader?"</span><br/><br/>"Well maybe Arlokk knows a Loa or something that could help. There has to be something we can do to give you peace. Am I just supposed to accept that my wife is constantly miserable and there's nothing I can do for her?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b359">"Answers to questions nobody will ever ask. Ye can tell me what's in this brew down to how many leaves were used, but can ye find me a single person this bar who cares? Nope. Too much useless knowledge, not enough wisdom to use it properly." </span>He shrugged and smiled.<span style="color: #00b359">"Maybe not yet, but I'm willin' ta bet you'd give me that power once I prove ta be useful to you. Ye' think I like bein' this size? Ever have a conversation with a wet behind the ears Human who can't understand a word yer sayin'? Just 'cause I can speak new languages ain't gunna fix me accent. I'd probably choke on my damn tongue tryin' ta talk to a Troll. I wanna be able to settle down and find love, if that perfect lass is a Tauren, a Draenei, an Orc, I wanna be able to be a proper mate an' I cannae do that while being a Dwarf." </span>He shook his head and poked her arm.<span style="color: #00b359">"Soften it. Ain't nothing sexy about seein' nothing but muscle. Take'em Night Elves fer example, warriors, bodies most women would kill for. Toned bodies, abs that're so much fun to lick, arms that can crush melons and dreams alike. An' they don't look as awful as these things. As fer the face, until ye learn to relax an' smile I'm not sure what ta tell you, who knows what ungodly creation ye'd be wearin' if we made ye attractive now and ye stopped bein' made o' stone."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>