<span style="color: #ff0000">"Maybe, but we should be able to share enough for me to get a set schedule so I know when I should be eating to keep myself healthy. I'd hate to accidentally starve myself and not be able to sate you when I got home from work."</span><br/><br/>"Then we will explore every race you're curious about. You, me, and Sahra if she's interested in it. We'll explore everyone's interests, no judging, no teasing. Together as a family." Aerin held up but hands and shook her head.<span style="color: #00b300">"Hey, hey! Fine! I don't know your relationship is like with him, you're clearly not romantically involved... or doing much for each other. Look, I don't want to cause trouble, I don't even know if I want to be here. I don't have a home to go back to, my... pack was manipulated by a druid and locked in his old temple. After Gilneas fell to the Forsaken we, my co-worker and a few customers, escaped into Silverpine Forest. After some weeks of hiding we were approached by someone, a Worgen who still had his mind. He told us his blood would protect us from the Forsaken and their plague. It did, we fought our way to freedom and joined a traveling band of Night Elves. They used us as pack mules, promised us shelter and food along their journey to Ironforge."</span>Aerin's ears went flat and she tapped a nail on the table for a moment.<span style="color: #00b300"> "Bloody, bloody night... We eventually made it across the ocean to Teldrassil. We lived among the furbolgs, peacefully, until we were approached by a druid. He offered to cure us." </span>"Cure?"<span style="color: #00b300">"Some of us had gone feral, others were turning. The rest had to kill them. I was part of the rest. He lead us to the temple and told us to kill the harpies and the Troll who was controlling them. Wiped everything out in an hour. Then we started to feel a weight on our minds, we lost our violent tendencies, we lost our will. A creeping depression took over us and we just sat around in our own filth, wasting away or feeding on each other until Ras and Sharindia came." </span>She looked toward the kitchen and lowered her voice to a whisper.<span style="color: #00b300">"He killed them all, magic daggers. Quick and most of them never saw it coming. I'm thankful for it. We were going to die of starvation or insanity otherwise. I promise I'm more down to earth than this I'm just... I've been given a second chance at life and I'm excited."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>