<span style="color: #ff0000">"I've still given you and the world reasons to hate me and keep me away. I..." </span>She paused to wipe a tear away and looked down.<span style="color: #ff0000">"I trust you, I just don't feel worthy of your kindness."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"My tiny fangs are because I'm a newer generation Night Elf, ancients like Tyrande and her inner circle all have much more prominent fangs. But your bird... Seraphim logic doesn't apply to Azeroth. There are forces at play there that would break your mind." </span>She waved away the scanner but the device would pick up elevated heart rate and stress levels along with increased brain activity, or as much as it could within the starved Elf.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "I'm fine, talking about male Trolls is... Making my brain hurt. Azeroth, most of it, is a wonderful place that I'd love to show you but you wouldn't want to live there any more than I want to live here."</span>She snorted and shook her head.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I can name five druids who use vines to fuck themselves to sleep every night. The druids of Azeroth would have a field day taming the wilds of this world. They specialize in nature magic and some become so adept that it that they can transform into various animals, some have healing spells so powerful they can nearly raise the dead, and the third set can lay waste to entire armies by scorching them with the fury of the stars and the moon. It's a really quite a sight to-" </span>she suddenly slumped forward and nearly fell out of her chair. After a few moments she jolted up right with a gasp and sweat began to pour from her body.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I'm... Fine. Do you have water on this planet? Maybe some ice too?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>