<span style="color: #ff0000">"Jim, this problem only started after we got to Northrend, everything before that was real and true."</span><br/><br/>Ophidian shook his head and sighed softly.<span style="color: #ff8000">"the bald truth of the matter is that Rayne liked to be treated that way, holding onto her guilt was just a convenient excuse she used to quell her Elven pride, she told herself she deserved to be punished. she knew about the curse, she knew about Mar'li, she knew about the priestess... but she still reacted violently to loving affection and purred like a kitten when i unleashed my darker impulses. what was i supposed to do? throw her out on the streets for the rest of the world to abuse? would she have been better off in Goldshire? knocked up, disease ridden and dead in a ditch?"</span>he nodded in agreement and sighed quietly.<span style="color: #ff8000">"yeah, he looked at her with pure love in his eyes and she screamed hatred at him that surprised even me, she even screamed that the ghost following her was an illusion... it was insanity, but before she saw Ras she was perfectly rational. yep, i put the ghost in the woman myself and she is at Ras' house but its between you and him whether he will let you meet her."</span>he smirked and looked at Arlokk.<span style="color: #ff8000">"do you honestly think you needed to tell me that?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>