Ras sighed quietly half way through the portal and grabbed the dagger before turning around. He approached Jenjayah and kissed her hard enough to steal the strength from her knees then released her. "There, hello Jenjayah, how is your mother doing? Nyaka, be useful for once and translate that book for me, it may hold some useful information about what's going on with Elune and her family." With that he dropped the dagger on the dresser and looked to the portal. "I'm tired, I'm tired of dealing with the bullshit of being a god, I'm tired of the bullshit I get dragged into by being Elune's friend, I also just want to lay down with a nice beer and relax. I don't want to deal with Sharindia, the children, Elune, or anyone else. I want Amere on my right, my pet on my left, and something nice to drink. Instead, I'm here interrupting your night after resurrecting my mother from a pile of ash, and feeding a succubus the sexual fluids of a harpy to jump start her regeneration. I am tired."<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">"What I believe in doesn't matter, you're obviously not a normal Night Elf. Ras isn't a normal Troll, something tried to possess me, and I was understanding whatever language that Troll was speaking in. So whatever you lot are, my point remains, you're not perfect. You don't hate the Highborne who nearly destroyed the world, you hate the demons that tricked them, why are the Orcs hated when the Highborne aren't?" </span>Sahra sighed quietly and shook her head.<span style="color: blue">"I think I'm going to go out to my workshop, if I start hearing voices I'll just stick my head in the forge and let you bring me back later."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>