<span style="color: orange">"I dunno, sexily? Take turns going at me? Don't bring logic into my little fantasy world, it's rude."</span>She shrugged and rolled onto her back to look up at the ceiling.<span style="color: orange">"Be it honor or be it wealth, people won't hesitate to kill for it. Or send others to kill and die for it. The Orcs could very easily open up trade routes with the Night Elves, trade lumber for meat and hide. The Tauren have ample lands to build large-scale farms, the Blood Elves have their enchantments. Humans have their masonry, Dwarves and Gnomes blacksmithing, mining, and engineering. All races on Azeroth have things they can offer the others, but they would rather fight, kill, and take than trade and barter."</span><br/><br/>The peace in Whisperia's home was broken by Karren appearing with a portal that let out a loud crack.<span style="color: orange">"Whisperia!"</span>In her arms Karren had the drake The'kal and Ashia had captured, the woman skin and bones from refusing to eat or drink while captive.<span style="color: orange">"I was exploring the seedier side of Silvermoon, noticed a fuck ton of shadow tunnels everywhere. Think what Ras used to use to get around. Followed them back to a poorly decorated home and found her in one of the back rooms. It's a Red but this choker is keeping her in this form, I can break it easily but we don't need her getting feisty. Assuming they didn't break her already." </span>She laid the woman down carefully and opened another portal.<span style="color: orange">"I'm going to find who did this, and I'm going to pull them inside out."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>