<span style="color: #ff0000">"Alright, alright. I guess we'll have to practice putting my ankles behind my ears tomorrow." </span>She leaned against him as she was carried.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "I trust Kitori, but I'm mildly concerned about what kind of clothes Monia would pick out for me."</span><br/><br/>Rayne sighed softly and picked up the empty bowl.<span style="color: #8000ff"> "You live in some sort of twisted paradise then. On Azeroth if we can't live off the land we have to work or starve to death, or steal and murder to take from other. Say I have a field I want you to plow for me, for every acre of land you plow I'll give you one bowl. So you work and when your shift is over you come home with five bowls. Well you need food for you and your family so that costs you three bowls. Then you need to put some aside for savings in case you need new clothes for work, or you have a medical emergency. So you put one bowl into savings and keep one bowl handy in case you want to buy something else. Most people on Azeroth are stuck in this cycle of working themselves to death so they don't starve to death. We earn just enough bowls to keep from dying, usually, while the people we work for have thousands or millions bowls that they hoard because they like making more and more. Like me. I'm not attractive by my people's standards, nobody would pay to have sex with me. I can't make anything but basic whetstones and patches for repairing armor. And I have no magic so couldn't join the temple or the druids. So I had to fight and kill to keep a roof over my head and food in my belly. And it doesn't matter what race you look at on Azeroth, it's the same everywhere. Sure there's some people that want to go to war, but most soldiers are there just so they don't starve."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>