<span style="color: #ff0000">"It's all in the past now. I still have some family who doesn't hate me and now I can move on. All things I'm in a pretty good place mentally and emotionally."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #8000ff">"The older Elves had larger fangs, I'm a newer generation Elf. As I understand it, we evolved from Trolls, an ancient bipedal race with massive tusks. They were shaped by a source of power known as the Well of Eternity and as they changed their tusks became these fangs. But if you ask any other Elf they'll say we were created in the image of our goddess. And if Elune, our goddess, was real I'd spit in her face. Every race on Azeroth except for us Elves breeds and matures fast so they don't care about casualties, they always have more cannon fodder ready to die. We had to adopt a similar approach because our Sentinels are the supreme fighting force on Azeroth, but we are few in number. Our numbers have been decimated by wars with demons, Orcs, and Orcs infused with demonic blood. And after those wars many Sentinels lay down their weapons and join the priesthood."</span>She frowned as they entered the box and looked around in confusion when they exited.<span style="color: #8000ff">"What was that? A mechanical portal? I don't know people call owls wise, they die to arrows like anything else. But people call them wise, and you seem pretty smart and have those wings... Though you look more like a thinner human than anything else."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>