"Hence the need for an escort. Such as Elune or myself. I doubt they would be overly violent for her simply going to ask about her son. Eldryn did nothing but delay the inevitable, there will still be wars. Old prejudices still live, and with the Tauren, Night Elves, and Trolls living so close you can bet there's still going to be a lot of bad blood. The races as a whole may be mostly peaceful but it's impossible for a leader to control each individual person."<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"I'm... fuck..." </span>She grabbed Thrak's ass and began to meet the dragon's bounces with thrusts of her own.<span style="color: #5900b3">"I might be able to change Susan's... but I won't do anything without her permission. I've never tasted a Gnome, I don't play with anything I can't fuck."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Come with me."</span>Scholar wasn't given a chance to argue and they were teleported to Flora's planet.<span style="color: #666600">"Ah, my daughter's newest conquest."</span>Her physical form appearing for her to reach out and place a hand on Flora's shoulder.<span style="color: #666600">"I trust you aren't too traumatized? Had I known she was here picking on you I would have kicked her ass back to Azeroth." </span>She smiled a bit then turned to Scholar.<span style="color: #666600">"Well then I guess we'll just have wait and hope that Zelina doesn't go about hurting anyone with her new power. I'm not going to get involved unless there's something exceeding dangerous going on that threatens the world as a whole. When you do I would suggest introducing yourself to her husband, Arlokk, he will sense your presence and alert her. He's a reasonable man, far more than Ras, and would hear you out without judging you. No, Azeroth isn't going anywhere. This is my home and I will ensure its survival."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>