Singe toyed with the edge of her hood for a moment and muttered something about new markings before nodding.<span style="color: red">"I would be lying if I said I didn't miss setting armies ablaze, scorching the earth, the sounds of battle..." </span>She inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.<span style="color: red">"Glory and recognition are always fun. Reducing something to cinder even more so. I would ask that you take me to Silvermoon so that I may see it myself, no use getting myself excited if it's too cold there for me to even function."</span>Sharindia might as well have been talking to a rock, the halfbreed quite content to lay snuggled beside the Elf and stare up at her.<span style="color: purple"> "I've waited all my life for a name, I can wait a few more days."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>