<span style="color: #5900b3">"She always was fond of her curses. What? Ras and Tyrande?" </span>There was an unmistakable flash of fury in her eyes as she looked towards the temple.<span style="color: #5900b3">"You passed his daughter around like a doll whenever you were at the city. You spoke about him like he was no better than trash and laughed at the idea of ever letting him babysit his own daughter. In fact I don't think I ever even saw you holding your own daughter the entire time I knew you, she was always in someone else's arms." </span>She smiled a bit and took a step to the side to point at Anna.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "I'm good at listening to problems. No, no, you can go. We'll find our way here. Tyrande still sees me as an agent of Azshara so I tend to avoid this city. They sent you on a pilgrimage? When did the temple start doing that? But we'll let you go, if I see Ras' sorry blue ass I'll be sure to send him your way."</span>With a wave and a smile she took Anna's hand and headed off to find a diner.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>