<span style="color: #ff8000">"And here I thought you'd run off and throw your mother at Sell's employer and have her scold him or something. Maybe just leave her there until he promises to let Sell keep her job in exchange for taking your mother back."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"What I mean is you killed one of the Elves used to make me, a Warden. The rest of us were killed in battle. Our creator just used dead Elves or any other race to create creatures like us. The goddess is a person like us, I'm sure she will help our people in time but for now she should be free to explore and live her life... The Night Elves have survived this long without her, we will continue to survive without her."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">"Do not push me to test that theory of yours, Ashia will have to pull me off of you." </span>She turned to leave the room when she tried to open the door the handle wouldn't budge. Inaara would see the faint orange glow of Athena's power creeping around the edges of the door but Vyre was too enraged to notice as she began to slam her shoulder into the door trying to break it down.<span style="color: #a64dff">"My anger is my own, my failures are my own. I don't care if you are an Eredar or not, you've been useful to me but you're quickly wearing away any goodwill you had earned with me."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>