"What about me? There's not enough left of me to save us both, after watching the world from her eyes I'm not entirely sure I'd even want to live there. It's so... different. You can either save her and give her back the body she was born, or leave us as is with me just a shadow she's long forgotten about. Well I'll be right here if you come to a decision with her, just remember that you can't separate us, it has to be a Troll with a mastery of shadow magic and Lord Arlokk is probably the only man I know that makes High Priest Hakkar uncomfortable so if you can find him he would be your best bet."<br/><br/>"You would be surprised." He didn't seem to notice the slaps but the Shivan cooed quietly and murmured in demonic. "She's a drunk Night Elf, she's dumb, and incapable of rational though, of course she's going to try." He looked back at Whisperia and folded his arms. "I saved that woman's pet and now she's repaying my time and kindness by sending you after me. I have no further interest in sitting in a cell being food for Tyrande's science project gone wrong, now if you'll excuse me, I have no interest in fucking a loose woman like you so should let me go. Thanks."<br/><br/><span style="color: darkgreen">"There is no right answer, no matter what we do we will always be hated by some and blindly worshiped by others. How you deal with them will define you as a god, I can't tell you how to handle the mortals. It shouldn't make you angry, it should show you what it's like being a mortal stuck in a world like this, it'll help you understand them and let you see what they truly need to be survive in a happy and safe environment."</span>Arlokk shook his head and sat her down on the chair then started to clean up their breakfast.<span style="color: darkgreen"> "I know you won't leave it alone, you'll make some change in the world, but only time will tell how big of a change."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>