<span style="color: #00b300">"well, for the health of your friend double check and make sure Elune gives her some help. i wont go into the grisly details but lets just say even a little too much of Nyarien's tail could be very fatal very quickly."</span>while Ophidian was busy looking around in wonder a dozen guards were converging on them and they didnt look overly friendly and most of them were riding in some kind of machine. "halt!"<span style="color: #00b300">"hmm? shit... i dont have my paperwork from Tyrande on me. i filed it in Ironforge, Stormwind and sent a copy to the Exodar but this city was still irradiated at the time so they dont have that information."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>