The'kal smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600">"I don't think you understand her at all. She doesn't care about anyone but me, her clan is dead, her bloodline is dead, I'm her only connection to this world. That you're scared of her or that these people think she might be an enemy doesn't even occur to her. I might have, I'll never admit to changing anything." </span>She looked to Alkas and raised her mug.<span style="color: #666600">"To your son, terrified of a priestess. And if it makes you feel any better, Gears. She's a shaman, the elements would tear you apart long before she got her hands on you." </span>She laughed with Alkas and nodded.<span style="color: #666600"> "So you'll confront a woman disguised as a dragonling about her choice of clothing while snooping around a Stormwind, but you're terrified of meeting with Night Elves? What a strange man you are."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>