<span style="color: olive">"The changes were minor, I reshaped some of your features and made some others a little more or less defined. You'll still recognize yourself in the mirror, don't worry. And I made a few internal changes that'll let me have even more fun with you. Unfortunately there's no shale around here and these locals have been living on the same continent as the dick-shaped tower of Wyrmrest so I doubt they'll be too scared of you. But you're right, I've never been a dragon so I don't really see the use of being one."</span>She shrugged and smiled.<span style="color: olive">"Either no weak succubi or I have to find a new mate who isn't so good in bed. Fortunately a dozen of you could be fucking a dozen of me, and at worst our succubus might collapse and look like she just had the best lay of her life. She's very durable. Oh the mountain itself isn't too special, it's what's on the other side. And in it."<br/>
</span><br/>"Oh you better put up a damn wall, I don't trust those rot-brained horrors to stay out of our land. In fact, you should just level the topside of Lordaeron and fill the sewers they call home with mortar. The world would be better off without them, seal them all away underground and be done with them. For the most part we've come to accept our Curse, not all of us are afflicted and it's not much of an issue these days." He laughed coldly and shook his head. "You think that war-mongering, half-decayed, Arthas version two won't try to go to war the second she sees there's new land to shit on? We don't have the forces to go to war anyways, put a wall between my kingdom and their filth pit and be done with it. Let Bart or whoever over in Silvermoon deal with them while the civilized people work to actually maintain our world. Of course I want my son back, but I can't promise anything, that cunt did kill him after all."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>