<span style="color: #b35900">"you're not my husband, my father or my god so you don't get to tell me what is allowed. you can be there if you truly insist but i will take my own life in the manner i choose whether that be in ten months or decades from now when my Troll blood has rendered me old and feeble."</span>she shook her head and laughed.<span style="color: #b35900">"maybe you should have become a Night Elf, turning into a Tauren certainly didn't improve your hearing. i said that the only thing i missed was the campfire, as in the fire was the only thing i liked about living that way. a fireplace is perfectly acceptable and no, i don't miss spit roasted meat and vegetables. i still have nightmares about sleeping in a nine woman tent while Valeen and Morah competed for who could have the worst farts."</span><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"we already had that discussion, until you can get through a whole day without making her storm off i won't be far from her."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>