<span style="color: red">"While normally I'd agree, you did just tell me that a single piece of parchment would let me walk through a major city with an armed escort. Surely that sounds a little extreme when being told to a creature like myself? Blood Elves are generally seen in a much more positive light than anything with scales that aren't red." </span>She shrugged and snapped her fingers. With a distant pop the beast suddenly fell dead and she headed over to inspect it.<span style="color: red">"We'll just take it anyways, worst case scenario I can dip it in some oil or animal fat and fry it for Ras. How many of these do you think we should bring home? I'd say we've still got a few hours until sunrise."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: purple">"Nothing is life is ever easy, but I will manage just as I always have." </span>She looked at the closet before prowling over to it and inspecting the door knob closely. After tugging at it she tried twisting and nearly fell over when the door swung open.<span style="color: purple">"Clothes... never wear clothes before. I want my cloak."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>