Vincent frowned deeply and looked away, something dark in his expression as he pondered his thoughts. "each of us is responsible for our own actions. peer pressure, orders, even threats do not excuse anyone from the things they do. if the Orcs were good they would have fought their own brothers to defend the Draenei on Draenor. if the Orcs were good they would have battled their brothers to defend the countless people slaughtered in the invasion. if the Orcs were good they would have killed Garrosh hellscream rather then follow him into corruption for a second time... and i can say that i have lived by that belief." the darkness in his face slowly worsened as he looked at Ras. "i defended a Troll boy once... i don't know what the hell he was doing near Theramoore but i was searching for a fungus that was said to have powerful pain relieving properties. i stumbled upon three Alliance soldiers, two men and a woman. the Troll looked to be around fourteen and they had him tied to a tree and they had been beating the shit out of him. i was still young and naive so i approached slowly expecting them to arrest him him and take him in as would be proper but instead i heard them talking about castrating this child that was tied to a tree and beaten half to death." he shook his head and looked down. "i had been with Sylavandra for years and i was Alliance born and raised... but i didn't let that happen. i stepped closer and i told them to let him go and when they pointed that musket at me they died quickly and horribly but only because that first shot missed so narrowly i needed a new hair cut... it took me a week to walk that boy to his momma's house and she damn near skewered me with a crude pitch fork hollering something at me until the boy spoke to her... i never knew what the hell they said but she nearly squeezed the life out of me when she hugged me so he must have said something good. she tried to give me all kinds of things, beads, money, a blanket and just about everything else they had but all i wanted was some real food." he chuckled and laughed. "that meal was an adventure... i gave them some money since my shoes probably cost more then everything they owned and after several hugs and so many more words that i didn't understand i headed off and then teleported back to Theramoore." he looked up again and then poured himself another glass of wine. "now you know something about me that i have never told anyone... and i can drink to that." he raised his glass with a small smile.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"i appreciate your trust, most people just see a warlock and think i am a monster. Vincent is a grown man and a mage, he can take care of himself. bought you? slave? Animus! explain yourself!" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>