<span style="color: #ffff00">"indeed. these mortals mostly have war and destruction to show, its the special rare ones that are worth getting to know."</span>she looked between them and then nodded and teleported them to the Silvermoon public library and smiled. they were surrounded by thousands of books mostly salvaged from the old palace library and a few other disasters. there were dozens of small tables in this well lit room though they were alone except for the Librarian, a stunning Draenei woman with grey skin and tall horns who was pushing a cart full of books needing to be returned to the shelves.<span style="color: #ffff00">"the Dalaran library is larger but it's all books on the arcane and we would be chased out by the guards. this place is mostly High Elven history and other historical tomes but they are doing their best to expand and provide a more balanced perspective."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b35900">"life is a pointless and painful struggle against the inevitability of death."</span>she stopped by the fence and leaned on it, looking out across the field of wheat with a frown. she slowly looked over at Ras and shook her head.<span style="color: #b35900">"you want to take me, a walking fountain of pain, misery, rage and suicidal thoughts to a continent where bad emotions literally manifest themselves and attack people? i thought my foolhardy delusions of making peace on this planet were stupid but i can't hold a candle to that madness. no thanks."</span><br/><br/>Zelina nodded with a smirk.<span style="color: #b30000">"yep and i will spank you later for lying to me about it. i know i can bathe later but that does not help me while it's trickling down my body." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>