"and your any better? i know who you be, your more of a monster den most of da Loa. killed more men, women and children den any tribe of the Trolls could ever try ta. she wants ta kill hatred, i can understand tha, i try not to let ma children hear me hatin the Elves... i may not be good at it when i been drinking but i try." Order shook her head a little and sighed irritably.<span style="color: #ffff00">"please tell that little prick to leave before i piss The'kal off and make her ressurect him."</span>she shrugged a little and looked at Jim.<span style="color: #ffff00">"i know he hates me. but i heard how he treated Scholar and Flora as well, two of the weakest of my species and both of them in their own ways trying to help your world."</span>she healed Jim as she handed the Troll his tusk ring and there were suddenly eight more Trolls around them, one man, one woman and alot of kids.<span style="color: #0080ff">"brother? what kinda voodoo you been playin with?"</span>intead of answering he embraced his brother, squeezing him hard with one arm so as to keep the child out of the way.<span style="color: #ffff00">"its not voodoo, i am Order and your brother has offered me honorable service for your life. Garrosh is dead, youll be in no danger."</span>she teleported them all to an empty patch of jungle and a sizable Troll home appeared with all the expected items and tools.<span style="color: #ffff00">"youll need to hunt, if i create food it is said to taste wrong... but im sure you and your brother can figure that out."</span>she looked at Jim again.<span style="color: #ffff00">"would you like to continue tonight or return home? Britomart is looking for you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>