<span style="color: red">"I'm not young, my friend. I can handle other races just fine, it's a matter of whether or not they can handle me and I'm banking on no. After all, most of my kind have been hunted to the brink of extinction because of Deathwing's insanity spreading throughout the flight." </span>She looked over the beast again then shrugged and flopped it over her shoulder.<span style="color: red">"I met a murloc when I was, oh, just barely a whelp? The lake in the Red Ridge mountains is filled with them. It was my best friend until I accidentally killed it. But such is life, right?" </span>She looked out over the plains again and tilted her head.<span style="color: red">"What's the rule on centaur? Does your family eat them or should I let it be?"</span><br/><br/>The Troll looked at Sharindia blankly for a moment but went back into the closet and eventually came back out holding a black leather tunic and matching set of pants.<span style="color: purple"> "I like this, can you fix these?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>