<span style="color: olive">"That sounds good, why draw when you can create? When we get home I'll make a Night Elf body and you let you customize it."</span>She shook her head and smiled a bit, though it held more than a little resentment.<span style="color: olive">"There isn't, it's just part of being what we are. I've learned to deal with it, but our children may not be fortunate. I'm honestly surprised you managed to get me pregnant in the first place, it's got nothing to do with sex... it's purely an emotional thing, I guess we mean more to each other than I realized. I wasn't protecting myself from it because it wasn't something I expected to happen but I'll know for the future. The rest of our children will be more normal like your current offspring."</span><br/><br/>The Troll smiled and shook his head.<span style="color: blue">"When de lights go out we all look de same, we take good care of your birdies. Give'm homes, families, an' friends. Teach'em well so dey can teach there children."</span><span style="color: red">"Ya seem to be misunderstanding our battles, Watcha, or maybe you just intentionally bein' dumb. We get along fine, we war for population control, for honor, an' to secure our futures in de aftalife. All jokin' about sex aside, though."</span>He looked to his friend then to the matriarch.<span style="color: red"> "We do be meanin' to take care of ya, our villages may be de biggest but ya ain't gonna find two tribes mo' friendly. We got lotta land and don't build in da trees, so you gonna have lots of space. We like our drink, our food, parties, and we enjoy our lives an' afterlives."</span>Vol'jin seemed completely oblivious to the looks of the harpy, busy looking over the new map of the Echo Isles and discussing various things with Baine. Other than the two Trolls who welcomed the harpies, nobody else spoke on their behalf.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>