Saerwynn frowned and shrunk her aura again, but the girls kept dancing anyways. The Troll shrugged and took a sit of her beer. "Sometimes they do if the right groups are here and there's enough alcohol flowing. Well no offense, but you're an Elf and you're unknown. The Warmatron likely went easy on you to keep you around. Ever since that... enforced peace became a thing and we no longer trained to fight most of the women decided they'd rather be mothers or house wives. The Warmatron practices her insane fighting style, but as I said before, nobody can keep up with her. Especially when she catches on fire."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>