The'kal listened to Beth and grinned wide as she confessed to them.<span style="color: #666600">"So you want to defile us? Hmm, aren't you a brave one... but aren't you supposed to be the entertainment here? What if my mate wants to defile you instead? I'm just here to watch unless she wants me to get involved."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"It's not just the Night Elves, the Troll and the Tauren too. But here's the thing, there is no shortage of raw materials on that land mass. By our calculations it would take... roughly seven hundred and three full generations of each race to deplete the land, and that's if they never did anything to tend to it. But the races will need to trade and work together to harvest and care for the land. Don't worry about the fungus, our friend, Flora, is deathly afraid of me and has toiled endlessly to create a fungus that is perfectly safe for mortals... though if it killed off the Goblins I wouldn't shed a tear."</span>She looked at Vestla and shook her head.<span style="color: #666600"> "No, you're not frustrating... okay, maybe a little frustrating but this is just what I meant when I said I'm not good with mortals. A lot of concepts can't be properly broken down into mortal language and even after being on Azeroth since the Titans first arrived there's still some things I can't do with mortals."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>