<span style="color: #4d4dff">“I don’t know, you seem pretty interested in your cows and livestock.”</span>She placed one hand on his and guided him across the city, taking her time to let him and Chiren see all the magical sights and wonders. It wouldn’t take long for them to smell the Troll’s bakery and soon they would see a line almost as long as a building was wide of people waiting to get their orders.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> “I guess she wasn’t exaggerating about that place. I don’t think we’ll be getting to try it any time soon.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">“Well I know a few Draenei women but they all have children, my children in fact, but they’re more businesswomen than mothers though. So they would put the child before you, but still have strong lives away from them. I know a handful of Trolls and I don’t think any of them have kids… yeah, not unless anything has changed they would all be childless. I’ll put you in contact with them.” </span>She looked back at the door and sighed.<span style="color: #b30000">“Remind me to put you on a week’s leave after this.”</span>She pushed the door open and stepped inside.<span style="color: #b30000">“Shan- General Feathermoon.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>