<span style="color: orange">"its not Ashia herself, i personally owe her a debt but what she did today i cannot forgive or nulify with that debt... and the worst part is that she was manipulated by a goddess and i still cant forgive her."</span>she shook her head and smirked.<span style="color: orange"> "one of my sister's actually, shes been curious about the Centaur for a while now she just never got a chance to meet one herself."</span>she sighed irritably and walked into the house.<span style="color: orange">"Vyre is Sharindia's daughter, shes about ten thousand years old, she is arrogant, cruel, heartless and she doesnt love anything... should the mother's of those children be cold blooded monsters?"</span>she frowned slightly before shaking her head.<span style="color: orange">"i dont really care, if i did i would hunt a prettier one down and give her a good wash before i handed her over."</span><br/><br/>Ras would find a long line of people already in front of him and a rather worn looking priest slowly turning them all away. when Ras got close the man glared at him as best he could through his obvious exhaustion. "your twenty minutes early and the High Priestess is not feeling well, you will wait until the apointed time." he pointed to a bench and resumed telling everyone else that they could not see Tyrande.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>