"That's not a conversation I'm smart enough to have. But it varies by race. And it's mostly an Alliance race thing too. Trolls and Orcs are quite comfortable with their sexuality, Tauren too, but they're far more reserved." He smiled and teleported them to an unused living room. "There's five all together. One upstairs and downstairs on each end, and one central one we all gather in most of the time. Elune was bent on having her own life away from me when we designed this place."<br/><br/><span style="color: #59b300">"Ancient... Arathi... Ye mean Christoph and Alexis Britomart? They survived Northrend? Well I'll be, I guess nothin' can keep'em outta the grave fer long." </span>He nodded a bit and threw a hammer of energy at a woman who was staring at Order, knocking her on her ass and leaving her in a daze.<span style="color: #59b300"> "Go talk ta that one. No man right in tha head enjoys murder, it's gonna kill every justicar eventually. Even I know I'll likely take me own life when me conscious catches up with me. So I want ye ta know that yer sentencing all of yer recruits to a very awful future. If ye don't understand look at the minds of some old war veterans."</span><br/><br/>Arlokk scowled at Kuro before flicking a piece of bacon at her.<span style="color: #336600"> "That's for turning my harpy back into a pet. I guess I can find it in my heart to forgive you this time. Do it again and I make you hug me to apologise." </span>Karren was gagging before she even fully appeared and nodded.<span style="color: #ff8000">"Holy shit." </span>Wards went up around the room to block the smell and once she could breathe she cleaned up the mess from the nest and finally the nest itself.<span style="color: #ff8000">"For a moment I thought it was Britomart's cooking that I was smelling. Looks like it was just a harpy nest."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>