Ras looked at Sharindia and started chuckling softly. “Yes, Sharindia is a true genius. She never makes mistakes and is the best mage ever.” He stuck his tongue out at her and smiled at Vhal. “My other teacher friend is a Draenei like you so she might be able to help you learn a lot too.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">“Eliza certainly enjoys them, and my nails, though I try to keep the points dull. Azeroth is a very… violent and war torn world. I was a military commander before my life was ended there. Weapons are as much a part of our lives as your wings are yours. Learning to create and maintain a glaive is taught to all recruits and considered a rite of passage into adulthood for some.”</span>She smiled a little and nodded.<span style="color: #5900b3">“Thank you. I wish I could take you to my homeland, I’ve been exiled from those lands but I think you would love it. To see true harmony in nature and the animals that dwell within is something that can’t be described by words alone. I plan on asking my goddess if I can get a companion from Azeroth, a night saber, perhaps she will let you accompany me to Ashenvale. There are many treants and glades there where the Ancients like to soak in the sun and rest their roots.”</span>She watched the fern and smiled.<span style="color: #5900b3">“I would love to have one of those at home, just wandering around in the yard. It would be fun to watch. And probably make my neighbors think I’m even stranger than they already do.</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>