"Well fortunately for you I am a 'regular' person so feel free to teach me all I need to know, because I'm just dying to listen! Tell me how your problems are somehow SO much worse than mine." The usually emotionless Draenei looked ready to leap across the desk and straddle Valeen as she stared daggers at her. "Oh boo hoo, poor Valeen has to do the JOB she signed up for. I know a lot about you Valeen, your daily routine, your crushes, your enemies, your fears, and turn on. I know you better than you know yourself." She began laughing, softly at first but it grew louder and full of bitterness. "My 'spawn' as you call them will be lucky to make it into adolescence, in what may not surprise you my body isn't exactly optimized for child creation. I wasn't the first but I also wasn't the last of my kind, just the most stable. And, since your information is hilariously incorrect, of those 'thirteen women per day', one, at most, will be a Silvermoon citizen. Most of my business was from women from down South, wealthy humans and elves. Members of the Horde who wanted children without having to mingle with their tribes or kin. This month alone, only ONE woman was even impregnated and she's from Booty Bay!" She stood up and planted her hands firmly on the desk. "I saved this city from itself doing what I was programmed to do, I made the best out of a real shitty situation. You, your sisters, Vyre, you all failed. You were the real problem here. When the city collapses in on itself, when I'm long gone and just a bad memory, you'll only have yourselves to blame. Now get me a portal out of this wretched city, I wish I could be with Morah but until you get a grip on Ibara we both know that's impossible."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>