<span style="color: olive">"Most demons have names that are hard to pronounce, mostly because their language follows rules that aren't applied by any others. You think it's good now, just wait until I replace that dick of yours with a pussy for a few nights." </span>She smiled a bit and shook her head.<span style="color: olive">"They're not very friendly, but they're only dangerous to the other little monsters they fight with, they're mostly hunters if I remember correctly and their enemies are ugly little lizard things and worship bones and stuff. I'm not, no, but we're still on Azeroth, she can teleport around and get her fix. I may call in one or two just for the sake of having eyes everywhere though."<br/>
</span><br/>Velen shook his head and placed one hand on the table.<span style="color: blue">"That's not your job, to judge mortals. I will meet with her and speak with her myself, I will decide if she is a person or machine. If, and only if, I find her incapable of maintaining a normal life I will leave her fate to you."</span><span style="color: brown">"We are not enemies, Tyrande. We never have been, we're stuck in a war between the Humans and the Orcs and our people are suffering for it. I do not mean to open trades lines to your city tomorrow, but I will see to the reconstruction of the Crossroads into a proper place of trade and commerce."</span>Velen nodded and sat back down as his turn ended.<span style="color: blue"> "We will see what happens, but be prepared for the worst. Not just for my people, but all of our people, our lands have all be changed very suddenly and people will need help."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>