<span style="color: #00b300">"You think we're scared of some Troll's cock sleeve?" </span>"Our lives aren't worth shit, we're just property of someone more important. And she definitely doesn't care about us." While the two men talked themselves into a hole, the third Worgen, a woman in her human form remained silent with her crossbow trained on the house as she watched all of the windows.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ffa64d">"Your kind are all lackeys responsible for Azshara, you especially, Sharindia. 'Highborne' just an easier way to say traitor." </span>Leonard's wolf was uneffected by Sharindia's magic and the mage would detect very powerful anti-magic enchantments on its armor and the cloak drapped over it. The wolf moved to its master's side and laid down beside him.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"Sorry to dash any fantasies, but I'm not a Worgen. Just a man stuck working with them. And I don't want to kill her, she's done nothing wrong but hatch with great power. But othee powerful people don't want magical savants like her running around unchecked. She may not be strong enough to sell our world out to Azshara like you but she is dangerous-"</span>There was a near silent 'thunk' as a bolt ripped through the harpy's forehead like a knife butter.<span style="color: #ffa64d"> "A bit late, don't you think?"</span><span style="color: #b300b3">"Unlike those idiots I wasn't going to fire at a house and risk civilians getting hurt."</span>Another Worgen, who had been perched in Eru's tree when the shield went up, dropped down and slung her crossbow over her shoulder. She bowed to Leonard and started to walk away from the house.<span style="color: #b300b3">"By all means, continue the peace talks. I can see they're going well."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>