<span style="color: purple">"I don't know if I can be helped, I've been alive longer than everyone in this temple combined, that's a lot of hatred, pain, and emotional baggage to help with. I do because, like I've explained to Ibara, he can love her, I was stripped of that capability long ago, the best I can do is ensure my pet's happiness." </span>Vyre frowned a bit but her expression was mixed.<span style="color: purple"> "I... am willing to accept help, but only from you and those close to you. You've been the only one to treat me like a person since I've arrived. I can and I... you're going to make me say something I know I'm going to regret." </span>She let out a heavy sigh.<span style="color: purple">"Ibara is the mix of a Troll and a Blood Elf, I- I view those two races as rodents, vermin and a waste of space. Naga, pure blooded, original generation Naga like myself, my blood, my strength, my ability to resist aging... it's all worth so much more than that of either a Troll or a Blood Elf. For my blood to be mixed with the dirtied blood of a coward relying on rape to breed... I cannot allow that child to exist. If I'm to have another child it'll be with a mate I choose when I'm ready to have one. Until that egg is gone I won't be able to settle down and enjoy my future, please, allow me to dispose of the egg and..."</span>Vyre paused, for a moment what could almost be considered a smile crossing her usually stoic face.<span style="color: purple">"The paladin, Shauna, was it? She's a competent fighter, but I could train her to be more effective. Perhaps... maybe there is a place for me in the city."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>