<span style="color: #4da6ff">"You think?" </span>Emily rolled her eyes and headed down the path to the farm.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Whatever, they're not my responsibility either. Hey, you, human! We want to buy some cows and pigs."</span>"You two are are...?"<br/><br/>Nyarien hissed and punched enough hard enough to shatter her hand. "Her mother's temper too."<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Ssshe ran off before I could make a decision on what I wanted to do!"</span>She looked at the device then crushed it with her tail.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Impulsssive wretch! I didn't trust her, I had to...  I had never been in that position I had- I didn't know how I felt on the sssubject." </span>The'kal looked between Nyarien and Elune and shrugged before forcefully resurrecting Leena herself.<span style="color: #666600">"You're welcome." </span>She nodded her head then return to Northrend while Nyarien grabbed Leena with her three working hands and looked down at her.<span style="color: #ff0000">"What isss your malfunction!?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>