Delithia growled as she was pushed down but it wouldn't take more than a few seconds for her demeanor to change as she stared at her lover.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Do your worst, fiend."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff8000">"The world is nothing like you remember, dear sister. Only the Trolls, Tauren, and Night Elves are left on Kalimdor, and the various beastmen tribes like peaceful Harpy and Quillboar tribes. All of which are neutral with each other. We live in times of heavily enforced peace." </span>She grinned a little as she opened the cover and set to seasoning the steaks and fish.<span style="color: #ff8000"> "It's wonderful. It's like a cooking pit but I can wheel it around and don't need to dig a hole. There's also minimal fire risk since I can turn off the gas at any time."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>