Ras sat Amere beside him and headed into a mostly vine covered cave, one hand glowing to illuminate the darkness. "Not an entire race, just the cities, I figured I'd give Orgrimmar over to the Night Elves to share with the Orcs that are willing to live peacefully and either give the Undercity and surrounding territories to the Argent-whatever they're called themselves now or Silvermoon." He shook his head and used his free hand to burn away roots and the occasional critter or spider. "Orcs and Forsaken, likely the same group that attacked Elune not too long ago. Vyre is an idiot, I don't think she fully understood the terms of the deal she made. I had heard whispers spreading rumors of her deal through my wards around Silvermoon, and I found out they were more than that when I went through her mind. Now Ibara never wants to see me again, but I left her in Vyre's care and Vyre will be in a much better position to protect her now. Sharindia, as you may not know, can control time. We were talking with Elune about something and I asked her a question, I liked the answer so four months later she's now my mate and pregnant with my son. As it stands now, you and her will be the only one giving me children, and you are still my wife while she and any other women in the future will rank as my mates." Once at the back of the cave Ras lit two ancient looking braziers to reveal a massive Trollish alter stained with blood and littered with bones and various sacrificial daggers. "Disgusting, but it'll have to work." He took a seat in front of the altar and began to concentrate. "Some Trolls believed I had a harem of spirits, they often brought women here to sacrifice them to me hoping their spirits would join my harem. Have you ever seen the look of a man's face when a woman pulls a dagger out of her heart and runs him through? Priceless. And if you're curious, we can talk more about my past later."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>