“<span style="color: #660066">My needs are basic and have already been met. Once I learn how to use the kitchen tools and computer I will be self sufficient... I think.” </span>She let out a single, soft laugh and shook her head.<span style="color: #660066">“You wouldn’t get within earshot of any of them. They hide behind entire armies of people ready to kill in their name. I don’t know if visiting Azeroth would really be wise, but I’m curious about the second moon. I didn’t know there was anything on it.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">“Then you should start practicing necromancy, my dear. You have a lot of work ahead of you.”</span>She kissed Leena softly and scooped her up. Nyarien stood up and carried Leena inside to find Ophidian.<span style="color: #ff0000">“He’s probably on his balcony.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>