<span style="color: #8000ff">“I see. I guess I’ve unfairly judged them then. I assumed they were very simple and unaware of their surroundings. Where do you plan to send them off to? Oh, I just figured that it would make you happy if I was a Seraphim seeing as I’m not really a Night Elf. I can be anything now.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">“It’s a Troll recipe. It would make her stomach fall out of her ass, but you may enjoy it.” </span>She looked back at Ashia with a grin and then started to mix a seemingly endless amount of seasonings. With the seasoning mixed she started to rub it into the fish before laying it down on the pan. Almost instantly the kitchen was flooded with the nose searing smell of Trollish spices and Belith could be heard sneezing and whining under Ashia’s chair.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>