<span style="color: #666600">"Well I'll go ahead and tell you now, if you call her a machine to her face she'll probably break your nose and I doubt her mate would offer to heal it." </span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"My people worshiped <i>your</i> Lich King, your death god because he offered them a cure to the Curse of Flesh." </span>Selma towered over Gears from behind with her arms folded across her chest.<span style="color: #666600">"This is Selma, my first priestess. She's big and can be brutal, and she may be no technological genius like you happen to be. But she's certainly no idiot."</span><span style="color: #4da6ff">"It is a sad joke upon our ancestors that our people would become to small and frail, your craftiness would not be appreciated as it deserved.</span>" The'kal sighed and played out what happened on the Borean Tundra when the Gnomes managed to reactivate the Mechagnome.<span style="color: #666600">"Because I know how Gnomish creativity is. I understand wanting to see one taken apart, but we both know your investigation would want to go further than just looking at it."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>