Ophidian frowned a little and bit his lip.<span style="color: #b35900">"Nyarien, that voice is the whispers of the Old gods, the corruptions of Azshara... i need to remove it and it will not be pleasant but i promise that once you rest and recover you will feel better. i don't think you are afraid of me, i think that corruption knew i would detect it and destroy it so it told you to flee." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>