<span style="color: olive">"Wrym... shit." </span>The'kal looked around and let out a soft 'hmm' before the ground began to rumble around them for a moment.<span style="color: olive">"Was, now it's on an island on the far coast." </span>She nodded and leaned hard against Ashia.<span style="color: olive">"There was a lot of... stuff that I removed. The Nerubians are gone, the Maker's creations are gone, the Scourge. All that's left are the... I forgot what they call themselves, they're fluffier Tauren. The walrus people, Tuskarr? And then the the lizard and dog people that fight all the time. Oh and the Trolls are around but I'll be keeping a close eye on them." </span>She hugged Ashia just as tight and shook her head.<span style="color: olive"> "We don't, we're sharing it with the people who used to live on Northrend but I need to separate myself from the world. I can't be happy around the mortals I love so I'm leaving them, if I can't be happy with just you and our children... I don't want you to worry about it."</span><br/><br/>Two Troll warchiefs looked at each other as they were teleported and then looked at Eldryn.<span style="color: red">"'Ey mon, I dunno watchu tink you know but our tribes be warrin' longer than you live. We ain't fightin' for nothin'." </span>The second Troll sneered across the way to the Horde and Alliance leaders before looking to Eldryn.<span style="color: blue"> "We fight for honor, to make our Loa proud, for tradition. And we know dat we fall in battle, we be meetin' again on the other side. We live as friends, fight as enemies, and meet again as friends."</span>The two Trolls nodded to each other. Baine looked down at Garrosh then nodded to Tyrande across the way and slowly folded his arms.<span style="color: brown">"Watcher, life isn't as black and white as you seem to think. Seeing as you've managed to gather us all here I don't doubt your powers, but I doubt you. Why should we trust you?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>