"There's nothing stopping you from one day having a family all your own, dear. Now, admittedly Sharindia and I will terrorize any boy you bring home and continue to do so until our dying breaths, but I don't expect you to always be at home under my roof. You'll move on one day, find your own path, and your own life. Of course, there's also no guarantee you'll live for an eternity or even want to. Anyways, if you have any plans on eating dinner tonight you should start picking out some things for me to cook with. There's three pregnant women in the house and if they don't get fed they'll probably hit you with sticks."<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"My mother has been alerted to your presence here, I heard an alarm but she's still off licking her wounds."</span>Elerona nodded and snuggled up beside Flora.<span style="color: #5900b3">"And this was made by mortal hands, expert hands, but mortal all the same. Now imagine begin wrapped up in this bedding and embraced by your mate. Sleep comes so easily, I truly love being here. Oh... Claire, come out of the shadows, she's a friend." </span>Going undetected even by Flora, the Worgen woman stepped out of the shadows and approached the green woman curiously.<span style="color: #006600">"What light-forsaken creature is this?"</span><span style="color: #5900b3">"Really? A talking dog calling something else light-forsaken?"</span>Claire huffed in response then turned to leave.<span style="color: #5900b3">"That's Susan's sister. She used to be a human too."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Nope, not even close. It devours its victims whole, using their power to grow stronger. Once, once digested, the Devourer has access to their memories, their mannerisms, even their own unique signature. It can become them. Has your empress ever been gone for an long period of time? And my sister was far more... obvious with her work. The problem is that I don't know what it wants, if anything. It's not a good or evil entity, it just exists. Maybe it'll carry out the original empress' desires, maybe not. No, Order, you are a person. I'll show..." The'kal paused for a moment and the two appeared in Tyrande's office, hidden from her detection. "See the creature hidden in the corner? That's a construct of flesh and blood, it has no emotions, its only thoughts are those from the mortals slaughtered to create it. It lives to serve because it can't do anything else. You aren't a golem, you can be fixed. Ras' parents abandoned him as an infant, my mortal shell was killed off and his father was never much of a fighter. From the day he could walk Ras was brought up in a life of pain and murder. Not everyone in his organization was as heartless so he learned compassion, or something like it, but it conflicted with his training. Eventually they broke him completely and he was little more than a blade for hire. Many years later he met a Gnome woman who was genuinely curious about him, her upbeat attitude, kindness, and sometimes being an outright stubborn pain in the ass cracked Ras' hard exterior. Soon he surrounded himself by people he loved and was loved by and they melted his icy heart. Don't worry about me, you worry about Elerona and I'll worry about you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>