Between the weight of the Tauren, her armor, and the ice clinging from it Ashia's slap did little to disturb her, though it did get her attention. With another low rumble she slowly turned around and drew her blade before extending it out for the dragon to see her own reflection in the hellish weapon. Unsheathed the blade's whispering became louder and easier to understand, though it made no more sense than the seemingly mute Death Knight. "Find the Troll, free the soul. Find the Troll, pay the toll." echoed from the blade nonstop even as she slung it over her back once more and continued on her way out of the building.<br/><br/>Ras placed one hand on Leena's head and gave her a rub that might have been playful given any other situation. "Before I do this, tell me something. What did you plan on being your ideal death?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>