"Well, it's purple, round, and covered in stretch marks that are slowly fading. I'd imagine she looks like what every other pregnant Night Elf looks like." He pulled Syrenka from Ophidian's arms and laid her down next to Amber. "I'll drop it off in Darnassus if I can't find a Trollish soul willing to take it. They can deal with it there."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>