<span style="color: orange">"You don't understand what it means to me, a mage, to be allowed and accepted in Dalaran... perhaps you never will so I won't bother explaining it."</span>There was a quiet cracking sound from Karren's wings as she moved to rest her head in her hands.<span style="color: orange">"You don't understand me... you don't understand anything I deal with. No, they won't have demons in their city, after what happened with the Night Elves they're not about to let it happen again to even more powerful and competent people. The wings are going to grow back, I'm not going to deal with being a demon even if that means I have to replace every ounce of my own blood with pure arcane energy."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>