<span style="color: #b35900">"i am only half Troll, not three quarter and i do not have time to exercise at all so if i ate six meals a day i would be so fat i would have to use my desk as a chair."</span>Ibara nodded and sighed softly.<span style="color: #b35900">"your right, they would lose but Tyrande was so frightened she thought she would die either way. if she had to choose between dying on her knees or dying with her bow in her hand she would choose her bow and try to take as many enemies as she could with her. i gave her another option and she gladly took the option that let her and her people survive... then i yelled at the Animus until it understood what it did wrong." </span>she shrugged and shook her head.<span style="color: #b35900">"i don't know, it has tests it uses to find students that it can teach... i am not even smart enough to understand those tests."</span>she looked up as the door opened and a young woman brought a tray of toast and a pitcher of juice in, Ibara pointed to the small table beside the boy and nodded as the secretary left.<span style="color: #b35900">"are you ever going to tell me your name?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>