<span style="color: #00b300">“I see. Well it’s good that you’re here to give Emily some happiness, she needs it in her life after serving that madwoman in Stormwind.” </span>Emily snarled in response and glared at Thrak.<span style="color: #4d4dff">“Miriam is a saint and I’ll rip your throat out of you insult her.”</span><span style="color: #00b300">“Right, right, sorry. I adore her too, remember she took me in too and taught me to speak and count. Frank, normally I would agree with you. I was raised in a humble village where we only hunted what we needed and returned what we didn’t need or couldn’t preserve to the wild. But you’ve never seen what the Nightmare can do to a living creature, there’s a rush to the hunt that I don’t think a Human can really understand. Not with their guns and weapons.” </span>Emily looked at Frank and kissed him softly.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> “You’re too kind, my dear.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>