<span style="color: orange">"then you must have known Ras before his days of high powered assassin. thats why these people dont like him, his past is a bloody, terrible mess, not that he had alot of choice in the matter. all of my blood relatives are dead and i have no memory of them, i had to be identified by the family crest on my cloak clasp... i only know my own name because i was the only blonde."</span>she shrugged and smirked.<span style="color: orange">"these are nothing, you should see the way they look at me in Orgrimmar or Stormwind."</span><br/><br/>Sharindia frowned slightly and shook her head.<span style="color: darkslateblue">"that wont do at all..."</span>she sighed irritably and shook her head.<span style="color: darkslateblue">"i know you want to see Ras but if you disturb him i assure you Amere will beat your ass, is that the first impression you want with your stepmother? now come with me."</span>she motioned the Troll to follow and she headed back to her room.<span style="color: darkslateblue">"talk quietly or youll wake your brother."</span>she entered her room where Kalian was sleeping in her bed and walked over to her overfilled bookshelf and started moving different books, searching for something.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>