Ashia gave The'kal the expected loon of incomprehension and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040"> "so you... accidently... turned our child into another Vyre? a Naga version of Vyre? i dont get the rest of that but is that about right?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"your pet is more likely to get hurt the longer you stay here and you know it. if fighting breaks out its always the innocent bystanders that die first... so why dont you just leave peacefully? i gave you a chance, i knew you were here long before you started threatening people but you did and so you must go."</span>she glared at Vyre and shook her head.<span style="color: #5900b3">"your pet is irrelevent to the situation. you came here uninvited, i let you go about your business, i gave you a chance to show even the slightest respect to my people and you started threatening them. i even ignored your threatening that man, i gave you a second chance, but your not getting a third."</span>she shook her head and sighed angrily.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Sharindia, Ras, one of you come collect Vyre immediately before she makes me do something extreme to remove her."</span>Sharindia appeared in front of the door looking at Tyrande with utter fury.<span style="color: #003366">"you get one warning Tyrande Whisperwind, dont you ever threaten my daughter again."</span><span style="color: #5900b3">"keep her out of Night Elven lands, there wont be anymore threats, just arrows."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>