<span style="color: red">"I'm not being racist, Blood Elves like to get themselves in heaps of trouble and it rarely pays off. You're like... prettier goblins, with a better work ethic. Slightly."</span>She flashed Shauna a smile and approached another small, this time a butcher's shop and inspected the cuts as they were hung up for display. "Keep your lizard on a leash, priestess. Throwing Ras' name around won't get you very far in this village, or well liked. Our Chieftess has banned him from our village for life." Scowling beneath her hood Singe turned to walk away from the stand, letting her tail slam into the stall and bringing it down on the Tauren's head.<span style="color: red">"Sorry, I was so distracted by the smells I forgot to mind my tail. I think our visit here will be rather short, Shauna, these people don't seem to fond of me or your man."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: purple">"I don't want to see Ashia again. I don't like being around her or her powers." </span>She did a slow spin for Sharindia to let the elf decide if she needed another bath or not.<span style="color: purple"> "Cold and itchy...  Not meant for baths, mother would have me cover myself in ash and she'd burn it away. It's how I go without a smell to hunt. I can just find my mother and ask her."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>