<span style="color: #ff0000">"Ophidian..."</span>There was a level of disgust in her voice.<span style="color: #ff0000">"He is unique in that he is a descendant of my mother and raised by a mortal. Azshara made good use of my mother's... blood. She won't admit it, and she killed as many children as she could, but Azshara had her bred like cattle in hopes of creating a personal guard of the strongest Elves to walk the land at the time." </span>She shrugged and rolled onto her back, pulling Leena with her to make the mage lay on top of her.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Other than you? No, but I'm willing to try anything once."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>