<span style="color: blue">"Silvermoon is the other side of the world, I think you, Nail, and Spite are all quite safe here. Nobody would expect to find two of you under one roof."</span>She shook her head and smiled.<span style="color: blue"> "I'm not saying I didn't want them, I'm still upset you aren't willing to try giving me a forth, but it's a very different feeling. You were gone so Nail didn't make you a breakfast like she was going to. She'll be eating for a while yet, she eats slowly because of her... injuries. Spite is around here somewhere and Thrak is out at her shop." </span>She nodded and hit a button on the couch causing her side to recline.<span style="color: blue">"He went insane and beat me within an inch of my life, that's why he's not here. We grew up together, completely broke, and with no future out in Westfall. He told me one day he was going to tie me up in a barn and not let me out until I was pregnant. It was charming at the time. I told him he couldn't have me until he put a roof over my head. Twenty years of dominating the auction house later he bought us this house. He wasn't a soldier, but he was enlisted anyways. Needless to say he died, quite gruesomely from what I read in the reports. Four years ago he returned, many Death Knights returned, and I welcomed him back with open arms and legs. Things were different, obviously, but we were together and we were happy but he was growing increasingly aggressive for no apparent reason. One morning we were sitting on the couch like you and I and without warning he tackled me and began beating me senseless. Thrak got him off of me and crippled him while Nail and Spite got me medical attention. Apparently Death Knights feed on strife, our life was peaceful and he simply snapped. I forgive him but he knows he's not allowed back."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>