<span style="color: darkblue">"I'm not going to look down on someone else's happiness, especially when I have none of my own to take comfort in. I think your life may have been shittier than mine if that's true, you'll have to forgive me for saying that makes me feel a little better."</span>Claire let her head fall onto the table and a low sigh escaped her.<span style="color: darkblue">"I lived on military-style rations and filtered water in refillable bottles. Unless you were in the top five percent the Hand treated you no better than the Alliance army treats its soldiers... which is strange because it was headed by Orcs and Trolls. And before I joined the Hand your father took me in for a few years after mother kicked me and my father out, mother took everything that man had but he still did his best to feed and clothe me." </span>She looked up at Susan after a moment.<span style="color: darkblue">"That's how I ended up in the Hand, they recruited young and they promised they'd help me repay his kindness. I became a Worgen a couple years back when all the shit went down in Gilneas, I never had a chance of escaping and it seemed to matter how many I cut down there were a dozen more waiting for me in the shadows." </span>A shudder ran through the rogue and she closed her eyes.<span style="color: darkblue"> "After my transformation I had such a hard time talking I had to hunt to survive, the Hand got in touch with me but deemed me unusable when they saw how bad my condition was. They sent on assassin to kill me off, I ate her alive and sent a letter back thanking them for the meal. I've been living in Booty Bay doing odd jobs since."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>