the priestess smirked and looked over at Vyre.<span style="color: #a64dff">"yes, they vould, but i am old enough to know zhat its no fun getting it zhat way."</span>her smirk faded and and looked away with a frown.<span style="color: #a64dff">"it hurts my pride to even receive such a charitable offer and i don't know zhat i can accept it... i have taken care of myself for nearly thirty thousand years. i do not ask you to repay me Vyre, seeing you so happy that night was all the payment i require."</span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"so... your gonna starve to death in a sewer?"</span><span style="color: #a64dff">"zhat does seem to be my fate..." </span><br/><br/>Melody shook her head and sighed.<span style="color: #4dffff">"if you must... i don't see the point of repeating your verbal expressions of gratitude when i can feel it."</span>she looked over and shook her head.<span style="color: #4dffff">"that just means they have space for population expansion. and for the time being i have blocked all mortal transport to this world, the last thing these peaceful, unarmed refugees need is to meet the races of Azeroth."</span><br/><br/>Sharindia frowned a little and shook her head.<span style="color: #003366">"oh how i wish i could have any hope on that count but that woman is insane.. she is utterly obsessed."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>