<span style="color: olive">"Well I put Dalaran back in the Eastern Kingdoms where it belongs, their politics have no place in my home. And I was originally going to just destroy Wyrmrest, but I was... distracted. If I missed anything else I'm sure I'll notice it sooner or later." </span>The'kal shrugged and looked off into the distance.<span style="color: olive"> "I just want to be happy but that's apparently been too much to ask for for a very long time now. I'm just hoping for a little bit of happiness away from the rest of the world. There's no reason for me to stay on Azeroth if just being here makes me miserable. Maybe you are, maybe you aren't, but all I know is that I want to the rest of my time here on Azeroth with you."</span><br/><br/>The two Trolls broke into laughter and began to chat among themselves, insulting Eldryn and his heritage quite often, but mostly chatting about their lives in general.<span style="color: brown">"Ibara, with all due respect. You've been known to bed mass murderers and members of Azshara's personal guard. Your city houses an entire military unit comprised from mercenaries complete with siege weaponry. You're less trustworthy than he is." </span>He looked to Tyrande and shrugged.<span style="color: brown">"But I trust the High Priestess, if she trusts you, then so do I. Even if you view the world like a child."</span>He took his stone with a grunt and shook his head.<span style="color: brown">"This isn't going to end the way you seem to think it will, but I'll humor you." </span>The mantid spat at Eldryn in response and remained silent, refusing to even take a stone.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>