Whisperia sighed softly and looked at Arlokk.<span style="color: #330066">"are you done telling me what i already know? i have been trying everything i can think of for weeks and she is only getting worse."</span><br/><br/>Ashia looked at Vyre and took a deep breath.<span style="color: #404040">"Vyre, on any normal day you could beat me to death with your own severed arm so how exactly do you suggest i fulfill that request? you are probably the most skilled warrior on Azeroth, you are tougher then a Dwarven steam tank and strong enough to juggle a few kodo. i can only lift one kodo, i don't have a fraction of your toughness and in a fight i resort to brute strength and claws because i don't know the first thing about actual combat. i hunt criminals through serious abuse of my ability to shadowstep indefinitely, fear tactics and fire. in short, i am no match for you on any normal day."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>