<span style="color: #660066">“All you need to know about my world is that children are shipped off to war as soon as they can hold a blade. And those that survive the horrors of war and paraded around as heroes while often killing themselves because they can’t shake the demons in their mind and our people don’t offer them support. And that’s not just my people, all of the races on Azeroth are that callous. Trolls used to love in mud huts, swamps, deserts, and every other extreme climate you can think of. They have very short life expectancy so they need to reproduce quickly.” </span>She shrugged and looked at the window.<span style="color: #660066">“I don’t mind eating meat. It was a rare thing for me since I don’t like killing animals. Well, they have six to eight legs depending on the species. All of them are venomous and some have projectile venom while others have massive fangs. And they can weave webs using string from their... butt, I guess. And as I mentioned, they can be as big as or bigger than me.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>