As they rounded the peak they'd find a small camp in front of a man-made cave and an old orc sitting in the harsh sunlight tending to a wounded gazelle fawn. Ras motioned for Relene to stay back and cleared his throat. "I see you're still alive, that's good. Do you have a minute to talk?" The orc grunted and looked around before slowly looking behind him, his face covered in countless scars and aged from the Barren's heat.<span style="color: darkorange">"Rashal'an?" </span>The orc reached for his staff before slowly pulling himself to his feet. Ras grinned wide as the Orc slowly approached and inspected the Troll closely before his eyes opened wide.<span style="color: darkorange">"It is you, by the spirits... I had heard you were dead, pissed off a drunk Tauren by fuc-"</span>"I have to stop you here. That's a story for when we don't have company." He motioned for Relene and the orc looked down at her with a thoughtful 'hmmm'.<span style="color: orange">"Greetings, little one. An Elf, Ras? I figured you as one who liked larger women. She is beautiful though."</span>He bowed his head to Relene then stood back up as much as his back would allow.<span style="color: darkorange"> "So what brings you two to this old orc?"</span>"Well, my daughter is a bit different from my other children. She's maturing several times faster than her body is growing, she also takes after her mother in that she's rather stubborn." The orc looked at Relene again and smiled a bit.<span style="color: darkorange">"I may be old, but I know your father's skull is still thicker than a kodo's."</span>Ras and the orc laughed.<span style="color: darkorange">"So you want her to be tutored by me? What does she need to know."</span>"The same things you taught me, minus the different languages. Reading, writing, basic math, and how to handle currency. She also needs some help being able to focus, she finds herself overwhelmed in cities or around people who are in really bad moods." The orc leaned against his staff and nodded slowly.<span style="color: darkorange">"The spirits tell me there's more to it than you're telling me, but I understand. I will help the best I can, but my eyesight isn't what it used to be and the years have been hard on my body. I can't really keep up with a child, but you're more than just a child, aren't you?"</span><br/><br/>The'kal turned on Amere and folded her arms.<span style="color: olive">"Do you want to do this? You can't rush something like this, unless you want me to send Elune home in a body with no details at all?"</span>She placed one hand on Amere's forehead sending a pleasant vibration throughout her body.<span style="color: olive"> "She's not going mad, she's possessed."</span>She pulled her hand back and returned to her work on the body.<span style="color: olive"> "Elune's uncontrolled power is splitting her personality in two... think Zelina, except one half is pure hatred directed at three people and the rest is the woman who used to work at the temple and loves Elune with all of her heart. Telling me it's awful doesn't help, if you're going to criticize my work you should give me some reasons why and how I should fix it."</span>The goddess sighed and the body began to shrink down, losing most of her curves until it was just a normal looking Night Elf.<span style="color: olive"> "Considerably less attractive, but if you want her to be an elf then so be it."</span>She then pressed her thumbs into the body's eye sockets and when she removed them they shone with the signature Night Elven glow, but instead of a standard silver they shone with a soft blue.<span style="color: olive">"Then tell me what to do, I only want to do what will make Elune the happiest."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>