<span style="color: #a64dff">"Our emotions influence our appetites. I'm not hungry because I'm not in the mood to eat."</span>When Vyre couldn't find a kitchen she pushed Ashia's body off the table and sat the food down on it<span style="color: #a64dff">. "I need a fire pit and traditional Tauren seasonings. I don't care if it was done out of ignorance or malice. It happened under both of them and I'll never forgive either of them."</span><br/><br/>The old Troll nodded a bit and looked at Susan for a long while before speaking. "I tink I understand. But I lived a full life, died an old man wit a full life an' legacy behind me. Ain't no killin' or sacrificin' me. Perhaps dere be more to dis mind than either of us fully understand?" The Troll kept his distance and shook his head. "Here before I was. Wasn't always black though. For a long time I could see... things, people in it. Wondrous sights, massive houses on cliffs overlookin' de ocean. People runnin' and havin' fun with each other. Made me feel young again. Whatever it be, it need to be destroyed or cleansed somehow but I ain't got no power. Loa abandoned me long, long time ago."<br/><br/>The'kal was still in Azshara staring up the massive goblin face that had been carved into the side of the mountain.<span style="color: #666600">"I'm surprised he would let you talk to me."</span><span style="color: #0000ff">"He was just recently ran through, he's not going to be doing anything for a while. Elune loosed Vyre on him."</span>The'kal seemed to smile, though it was short lived.<span style="color: #666600">"What do you want, Elune?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>