<span style="color: purple">"Zangarmarsh as the locals call it, the second level of hell to those who have to wear armor. Both of those are very possible, yes, but there's also a Cenarion Expedition Outpost there so I'm sure you'd be able to get an escort for a tour. With Lady Vashj dead along with most of her minions on land it's far safer than it used to be." </span>Nuvi cooed happily and wrapped her arms around Morah's neck to snuggle against her, her tail wagging happily.<span style="color: green"> "So soft, just like she said."</span>Although she was already pure white the color seemed to be draining from Nalo's face rapidly as she went through the file, giving her face a blue tint.<span style="color: red">"I think I may have done just that... Apparently being watched makes him angry, very angry. Why... why don't you ask Shauna to join us for the rest of the day? After all that yelling I'm sure she could use a nice shaved ice."</span>The Draenei's nervous laughter showed her terror far more than words would ever be able to as she pushed the file away and returned to her lover's side.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>